Where There's A Will by Julie Archer

Montana

The first time I saw Will Spencer in our apartment elevator, I swooned over his devilishly good looks. When he spoke and I heard his British accent, I’m pretty sure an ovary exploded. Then he knocked on my door with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand before inviting himself inside. After my bad break-up, I wasn’t ready to date. I hadn’t even looked for a rebound, but there he was, practically gift wrapped.

Will

Montana. I loved saying her name. I’d noticed her before she ever noticed me. She was too hung up on that cad to pay me any attention. A month ago, I witnessed their break-up at the restaurant where I bartended. So, I bided my time and waited for her to recover, after all we lived on the same floor and geography was on my side. While I was certain her ex would come crawling back, I wasn’t built to be a rebound.

After all, where there’s a will, there’s a way…