Zander’s POV

Olivia was right. I’m not crazy, I’m in love. Now I need to figure out how to convince the woman of my dreams to love me too.

I head home and find Ivy sitting in the living room listening to Mozart. I only know that because it’s her favorite composer. I walked over to her and reached out my hand.

“May I have this dance?”

“Zander, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

I lift her to her feet and pull her from the floor. Her feet are dangling as I spin her around the living room. She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck. Slowly, her legs wrap...