If there’s such a thing as the opposite of childhood sweethearts, that’s me and Jackson McCord. We’ve known each other forever—and I’ve spent most of that time rolling my eyes at him. Loud, cocky, impossible Jackson.
So when our parents conspire to set us up for a New Year’s Eve date, I brace for the worst. I’m expecting awkward. Maybe even disastrous. But what I get instead is… different. Grown-up. Thoughtful. Kind.
Somewhere between the champagne and the countdown, I start to wonder if maybe I’ve been wrong about him all along.
Because the new year isn’t the only thing that feels full of possibilities.