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"Rak!" Poppy calls.
"ROCKY!!" Rocky yells.
Rak lives by one absolute rule: Never utter his name. To him, "Rak" isn't a name-it's a burden, a feeling he's spent years trying to erase. He has scrubbed the word "love" from his vocabulary and his life, preferring the cold safety of silence to the weight of a four-letter curse.
But destiny has a sense of humour, and it usually speaks through the chaotic blunders of his cousin, Poppy.
Because of one of Poppy's latest disasters, Rak finds himself standing face-to-face with Tee. In the middle of the noise and the mess, time simply stops. No words are spoken. No introductions are made. But beneath the surface, something primal and magnetic shifts.
It's an attraction that doesn't need a name-which is perfect, because Rak isn't ready to give him one.