by Sara Desai
“You enjoyed every second of it.”
Her lips tipped in a smile. “Okay. I did. She was like every mean girl in high school who mocked me, and now the tables have turned and not only am I running a company, I got the coolest guy in school.”
Liam put an arm around her shoulders. “My fiancée thinks I’m cool.”
“I think you’re hot, but we’d better not go down that road again because we’ll be late.” They walked down the corridor, and she couldn’t help but remember the last con they’d attended together. This time there were no aunties chasing her with suitors in tow, no heartbreaking moments listening to her ex-boyfriend making out with her boss, no fumbling with boxes of pads as she quelled her fear at the thought of helping Tyler with the pitch . . . but there was Liam. Always and forever Liam.
“I was worried she was going to ask us how we first met.” Daisy leaned into his side. “Maybe we should have a plan.”
“We don’t need a plan,” Liam said. “We’ll tell them the truth. We met when we needed to meet. We found each other when we needed to be found. We fell in love because it was meant to be. And you became mine at a bus stop in the rain.”
Acknowledgments
Writing often starts as a solitary endeavor, but it takes a team to bring a story to life.
To the entire Berkley team, including Tara O’Connor, Jessica Mangicaro, Marina Muun, Katie Anderson, and especially my fantastic editor, Kristine Swartz, who can make a story shine with one stroke of her virtual pen, and tempt me with delicious recipes that I have yet to be able to replicate.
To my agent, Laura Bradford, for her tenacity, faith, and ability to talk me through the highest highs and the lowest lows.
To my friends Anne and Andrea, for enduring my endless talks about writing and the woes of editing, sharing my highs and lows, and keeping me sane.
To all my desi readers who wrote to me after reading The Marriage Game to share their enthusiasm, support, and encouragement. I will keep writing if you promise to keep reading.
To Sapphira, who encouraged me to write a different kind of hero, and talked me through the twists and tangles of the plot. May your world be filled with the strong, smart, empowered women you inspire me to write.
To my parents, Joe and Marie, and to Sharon, Rana, Adele, and Tarick, for supporting my dreams and for thinking I am the world’s best writer.
To John and my girls, for your endless patience, love, support, and attempts at cooking. I wouldn’t be where I am without you.
Photo copyright Linda Mackie Photography
Sara Desai has been a lawyer, radio DJ, marathon runner, historian, bouncer, and librarian. She lives on Vancouver Island with her husband, kids, and an assortment of forest creatures who think they are pets. Sara writes sexy romantic comedy and contemporary romance with a multicultural twist. When not laughing at her own jokes, Sara can be found eating nachos.
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