Jream Lancaster has always believed in love—the kind that wraps itself around your Spirit and stays.
Raised in a home where affection lived loud, the private chef has spent her life pouring into others, only to end up with men who treat her like a midnight craving instead of a lifetime feast. She's tired of almosts and what ifs. She's ready for the kind of love that feels like home-cooked meals and slow dancing in the kitchen. Lucky Bleu is the man who fixes things. Cars. Mistakes. Broken hearts. With an old soul and grease beneath his nails, he's the kind of lover who believes in putting in work. He'll write your name in chrome, show up with flowers just because, and sit outside your house with a boom box if that's what it takes. When fate parks them in the same lane, Lucky swears she's the one he's been waiting for. But Jream's heart? It's been burned. And love like this? It don't come easy. But when it hits? It's sweeter than syrup and deeper than oil stains
