by Ines Marlow
A warm, autumn-lit romance about coming home to family — and to the boy next door who waited. When Hannah returns to her late father's house to settle his estate, she finds her brother's best friend still living across the street, still impossible, and still, somehow, exactly what she needs.
The porch light was on when she pulled into the drive. Someone, she realized, had been leaving it on for her every night for a week.
"You didn't have to wait up," she said. He shrugged, hands in his pockets the way he had stood at sixteen. "I wasn't waiting up. I was just… here. In case."
Family, her father had liked to say, is not the people you are stuck with. It is the people who keep choosing you, on purpose, even when you have given them every reason not to.