Don’t Ever Tempt Karma—She’s a Bitch

If you’re reading this—don’t judge too hard.

OH. MY. GOD.

This can't be happening—but it so clearly is, and I have no one to blame but myself.

So here I am: sitting in a pile of regret, bitterness, and rage.

Look, I never wanted to come back to Redding Cove. I mean like—NEVER.

But guess what? I messed up.

No. Scratch that.

I royally fucked up—
like scandal-sized, paparazzi-flashing, front-page-of-a-tabloid fucked up.

So now I’m here—hungover, jet lagged, and climbing out of an Uber straight in front of my childhood home.

To a father I haven’t talked to in ten years.

Except when I get to the door—because karma’s a petty little bitch—
I get curve-balled.

Hard.

And in trying to dodge it, I land square on my ass…
in front of Killian freaking Cole.

The reason I left this town in the first place.
Standing. In. My. House.

Or… at least it used to be mine.

Because now everything’s changed.

And so has he—
in all the ways I should absolutely not find so damn appealing.

So if you’re reading this?

Hold the end of the rope.

Because there is absolutely no way in hell I’m staying in Redding Cove.

…Right?

You'll save me?

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