Page 134 of Crossing Lines
“No, I don’t care about that.”
“Even if you’re going to wear it the rest of your life?”
“Well…when you put it that way,” I tease.
He laughs and pulls a velvet box out of the jacket pocket and opens it. Inside is the most stunning ring I’ve ever seen. With a shaking hand, I pick it up. The band is a mix of platinum and silver, intricately woven together to create a design that looks almost like a crown. Themassive, cushion-cut diamond in the center is a serious showstopper. But what makes the ring unique are the colorful gemstones—emeralds, sapphires, and rubies—that are set in a halo, radiating outward like a burst of confetti. It’s the most unique ring I’ve ever seen—bold, vibrant, and unapologetically luxurious.
“It’s exquisite,” I whisper.
He takes the ring from me and slides a literal piece of art onto my finger.
“Do you like it?” he asks.
“This will never be leaving my hand, and if someone tries to take it from me, I’ll fight them to the ends of the earth.”
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.” His phone buzzes and he glances at it. “Come, we’re going to be late.”
“They’ll wait for us.”
“They will,” he agrees easily. “But I don’t think we should be late for our dreams.”
“If that’s the case, then we better hurry.” I tug him toward the door, but then stop. “Wait, ditch the jacket. I don’t want random people to accept your proposal.”
“Good idea.” He chuckles and places it on the couch. “There’s only one person I want in this universe.”
I smile and say, “Race you to the car?”
“On the count of three?”
“Three meaning go or three, then go?”
“Three—”
I take off with a shriek and he bursts intolaughter, hot on my heels. Pushing through the front door, I’m momentarily blinded by the sun as we race into a new future together, one that is of our making.
I used to believe that hope was a luxury I couldn’t afford, having tucked my aspirations away after too many disappointments. But because of him, I realized that my dreams weren’t lost—they were simply waiting for the right moment to bloom. He reignited a fire within me, reminding me that dreaming is not only possible but essential.
Turns out dreams aren’t just distant whispers—they’re tangible, waiting to be chased. Or, in my case, they were lines waiting to be crossed.
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Too bad I didn’t account for Anders Watson—a tattooed, bearded, and permanently grumpy coffee shop owner. The reviews all agree: he hates people, especially anyone daring enough to tweak his precious menu.
But here I am, desperate enough to apply for a job at his shop. After a series of questionable decisions, I’ve been relying on a horoscope app to steer my life, and it’s led me straight into his glowering path.
Anders makes it clear I’m his worst nightmare on sight. He thinks I’m unqualified, and I think he’s unbearably cranky. But the more he scowls, the more I’m tempted to find out what’s hiding behind that gruff exterior.
He’s the kind of complication I swore I’d avoid, but some risks might be worth breaking the rules for.
