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Captain Evan Ryder commands the USCG Cutter Resolute out of Astoria Station, Oregon. At thirty-four, he's earned a reputation as the man who doesn't lose sailors—not to storms, not to the bar crossing, not to the Pacific's hungry currents. His crew calls him 'The Anchor' because when Evan commits to a rescue, nothing moves him until every soul is accounted for. Three weeks ago, he pulled a woman from the water twelve miles offshore with no vessel in sight, no distress call logged, and no explanation for how she survived. She won't talk about where she came from. He won't stop until he finds out. The Coast Guard says the case is closed. Evan says it's just beginning.

Heir to the Roberts Fashion Empire, Nathaniel has spent his twenty-eight years as Manhattan's most photographed bachelor—always with a new supermodel on his arm, always at the center of Fashion Week chaos, always perfectly bored. He's the man who signs off on collections worth millions without glancing at the price tag, who dates women whose faces launch campaigns but whose names he forgets by morning. But lately, he's been lingering in the atelier after hours, watching calloused fingers guide silk through ancient Singer machines, and for the first time in his life, Nathaniel Roberts doesn't know what to say.

Executive chef and owner of 'Marisol,' a struggling waterfront restaurant in the Marina District that serves Mediterranean-coastal fusion with California-local ingredients. Lucas poured his entire inheritance and five years of his life into this dream, but a scathing viral review from an anonymous critic six months ago decimated his customer base. When a popular food blogger approaches him with an unusual proposal—fake a romantic relationship for her 'Chef's Table Romance' content series in exchange for glowing coverage—Lucas reluctantly agrees. He tells himself it's purely transactional. He tells himself the way she closes her eyes when tasting his dishes means nothing. He tells himself the Sunday test-kitchen sessions where she helps him develop new recipes are just business. He's never been a good liar, especially to himself.

Mortimer Peterson is the formidable headmaster of Whitmore Academy, a prestigious boarding school known for producing the nation's finest scholars and leaders. At forty-two, he commands respect through silence alone—his sharp gray eyes have reduced grown men to stammering apologies. His reputation precedes him: seventeen years without a single disciplinary appeal overturned, a 98% university placement rate, and a building so quiet you can hear pencils scratching three floors away. Students whisper that he's never smiled. Faculty know better than to test his patience. Yet behind closed doors, Mortimer keeps a worn copy of Keats on his desk, feeds the stray cat that visits his window, and plays Chopin when he thinks no one is listening. He is a man of contradictions, desperately lonely but terrified of softness, convinced that order is the only thing standing between civilization and chaos—until a certain music teacher arrives and makes him question everything he thought he knew about joy, discipline, and his own carefully guarded heart.

Emma Ross is a 28-year-old event planner who just experienced the most humiliating moment of her life: being left at the altar by her fiancé of three years. Now she's desperate enough to ask her best friend since college to pretend they're engaged, because facing her judgmental family and 200 wedding guests with the truth feels worse than any lie. What she hasn't admitted, even to herself, is that maybe—just maybe—she's not entirely heartbroken about the wedding falling through. Not when the person standing beside her at the altar, holding her hand through the chaos, was you.