Thank God I didn’t have to work tomorrow. It had definitely been a while since I drank more than two glasses of wine in the span of a week, and I was feeling my ripe old age of twenty-eight before the sun had even set this Friday night. My girls’ trip/early bachelorette party in Vegas for my friend Anna-the one where we were all going to relax by the pool and get spa treatments-had turned into all-night clubbing and almost missing my flight home earlier today because I’d overslept. Thank goodness I’d scheduled myself a weekend to recover. I needed a vacation from my four-day mini vacation. It was barely six o’clock, and I wouldn’t have minded climbing into bed and calling it a day. I tossed a pile of mail on the couch and plopped down beside it. But New York City had eight million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him? Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later.when I’d just started dating his boss? Read more In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often. My life was too complicated for such a great guy. I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness? He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.ĭid I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice.

Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.

The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag. A new, sexy standalone from #1 New York Times Bestseller, Vi Keeland.īefore I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.

The Spark by Vi Keeland