Prologue
Skip this if you hate me.
Storm
Hello, yes, I’m here once again with another prologue for you to ignore.
Seriously, I should just leave these out. Will I? No. Because I like the bit, and I like having a prologue in my chapter list at the side of my screen.
Unrelated, do you guys like my little cupcake chapter header thing? (If you’re listening to the Sweet & Salty audiobook right now, you won’t be able to see it. You’ll have to take my word for it that it’s cute. It’s one of the cupcakes from the cover!) Frank, my perfect wonderful amazing cover artist, scooped it right off of the cover for me to use. She’s so hot and cool. Everybody take a moment to send up some praise for Frank, please.
And while we’re on the subject, the cover??? I looove. I messaged Frank and asked, “On a scale of one to never speak to me again, how mad would you be if I asked for a curly haired blonde girlie with space buns to be on my cover?”
And you know what she said? She said, “I got you.”
Frank, often, has got me.
This is why Frank gets a book dedicated to her. This and also because she’s a huge fan of metal yoga. Does it all the time.
We love Frank, for real for real.
Okay, okay, enough about Frank (for now). Flip the page (or skip to the next track, listeners!), read the book, enjoy the characters you’ve come to tolerate.
Buh-byeeee,
Storm Sterling ♥
P.S. Speaking of audiobooks, shout out to my narrators! Time to abuse my power as an author and make you say some cool things about yourself! (Readers, move along, I’m having a spot of fun here with my narrators. Don’t be nosey.)
Ahem.
I, Storm Sterling’s narrator, am the bestest bestest best narrator that ever did narrate. My voice is nice. My recording set up is cool. Listeners everywhere love me!Iam cool, and hot, and I deserve one million trillion accolades for my skillz (spelled with a z, ‘cause that’s what the cool people do). And now I’ll show off those skillz by narrating this super hot (and cool!) book.
Chapter One
The book is starting now. Please pay attention. There will be a quiz at the end.
Elodie
“September? Like…SeptemberSeptember?”
That’s… two months. To plan a wedding.
I always thought I’d be the one whose mind would crack, but as I watch Ruby Vann’s adorably scowly face move up and down in a nod, I have to hand it to her. Today, sitting across from me at a seen-better-days wooden table in Sweet & Salty—the café where I work alongside her brother—she’s out-cracked me.
My fingers hit the bridge of my nose, pinching the lightly speckled skin there in an effort to stave off the headache my bestie’s mental break is bringing on.
I mean, sure, Will’s been practically married to her for a decade and a half. This is no surprise on his end, even though they’ve onlyofficiallybeen together for five months. But for Ruby, those five months have been just that. Five months.
And not an easy five months, either, as my grumpy, stubborn friend has spent them learning the delicate arts of compromise, affection, and trust with her beloved and beleaguered boyfriend-fiancé-husband-person—William Vann.
No one was happier for her than me when shefinallycame to her senses and had a steamy make out session with the man in the elevator at their work—one I sincerely hope was rated higher than PG-13, but that Ruby will give me no deets on, so I cannot confirm the steam levels exactly. A pity.
“September,” Will chirps from his spot beside Ruby, burnished hair flopping as he munches happily on a blueberry scone in the after-hours calm of Sweet & Salty. “Isn’t it wonderful?” He smiles, and a stray bit of blueberry juice dribbles down the corner of his mouth.
He’s such a besotted little puppy, totally in love with my best friend and determined to wife her up immediate-like. And who can blame him after 15 years of steadfast devotion and loyalty, never once so much as looking at another woman—though his obsession with my brother, Sol, has, at times, been questionable. Still.
Will loves Ruby more than anything in this world.
