If We Were Lucky

A night together out of revenge. The chemistry nobody among us could resist. We signed the agreement on a pub napkin—that if we ever met again, we’d drop everything to be together. And eight years later, he’s here. In New York. And he is an American idol—the unattainable singer who puts record-label executives in their place. A blizzard in my perfect, unbreakable snow globe. When we spoke last time, Malaki Doerty was poor and didn’t intend to become a king. But he did. Only now I’m no longer that fragile princess. I have my favorite job. A boyfriend who adores me. I’ve changed. He has too. Mal kept the napkin. But will I keep my word?