Hes nothing she needs but everything she wants.
Sometimes I wonder what the heck is wrong with me. I have a perfectly suitable boyfriend. He checks all the boxes—handsome, successful, attentive (sometimes a little too attentive). My young girl daydreams of being carried off by an all-too-charming highway robber or swooning into the arms of an extremely hot swashbuckling pirate were left behind with the rest of my childhood. Then why on earth has the mysterious stranger who floated into town on a ramshackle boat captured my undivided attention? From his cocky, tilted grin to those unbelievably big arms he looks like someone who trouble follows. Handsome as he is, Dex is certainly not boyfriend material. Then again, perhaps Im looking for something more than perfectly suitable Only I, Aria Lovely, could make such a mess of things so fast and still wind up dizzy-headed for the wrong guy.
