Author: Sonia M. Rompoti
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The Wrong Room

The hotel key worked perfectly — that was the problem. If it hadn’t, Mia would never have opened the door, never have walked into the steam-thick bathroom expecting an empty room, and never have come face to face with the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life, wrapped in nothing but a…
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What the Rain Remembers

She was standing outside his coffee shop in the rain, and for a full thirty seconds, Daniel forgot how to breathe. Seven years. Seven years of silence, of rebuilding, of convincing himself he was over her — and there she was, wearing that ridiculous yellow raincoat she’d had since college, squinting at her phone like…
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The Shift

It happened over soup. She’d been having lunch alone at the counter of the small Japanese place on Wren Street, as she did on Tuesdays, and he’d been brought by a colleague, and the only available seat was beside her. She knew him. Not personally — professionally. He was the director her agency reported to, the one…
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After Everything

She started yoga at fifty-three because her knees hurt and her doctor said it was that or swimming. She had always hated swimming. The instructor was not what she expected. She had expected a twenty-two-year-old. He was fifty-something with grey in his hair and moved with the ease of a body that had been paid…
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The Long Way Back

They met on the worst night of her life. She was sitting on the kerb outside the hospital at 3 a.m. because the corridor was too full and the night was too long and she needed to breathe. He was sitting on the same kerb because his father was in surgery and he also needed…
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His Hands

She noticed his hands first. Not in a remarkable way — she wasn’t the kind of woman who catalogued men — but he was kneading bread at the demonstration counter of the cookery class and his hands moved with such total confidence that she found herself watching, forgetting to take notes. She’d come to the class because her daughter…




