Love in Translation

HE TRIMMED HER FERNS. SHE FLOODED HIS MOVING DAY. THE BUILDING STARTED A GROUP CHAT. Juliet Santoro moved to Barcelona with one suitcase, a watering can with a cracked spout, and the ruins of a life she's pretending she chose to leave. Her plant shop, Verde, is the one good thing she's built since New York - a tiny storefront in the Gothic Quarter with ferns on the sidewalk, a handwritten sign, and a lease that expires in three months. She's fine. She's handling it. She does not need the man in 1B. The man in 1B is a Catalan heritage architect who measures things. Her ferns, specifically. Fourteen centimeters past the property line. He measured them with a phone app, cut them back with pocket shears, and left a note about it. On her door. In handwriting that looks like a font. She wrote back. Now there are sticky notes on both doors - yellow from her, blue from him - and the entire building is watching. The twins on the second floor are filming. Doña Carmen from the third floor is taking credit. The church group in Girona is praying for them. Then his pipes burst, and the man who measures everything is sleeping in her spare room, fixing her cabinet at seven a.m., and leaving notes that are getting harder to argue with. La Reina - her bougainvillea - is still growing past his balcony railing. Juliet didn't cross an ocean to let another man with a plan and a pencil anywhere near her business. But Antoni doesn't have a plan. He has a drafting table and pencil shavings in his hair and a way of fixing broken things that makes her wonder if she's one of them. FOR FANS OF LUCY SCORE, TESSA BAILEY, SARAH ADAMS & EMILY HENRY Book 3 in the Love in Translation series. A Spicy Neighbors-to-Lovers Romance. Each book follows a different couple in a different city. Complete standalone - no cliffhanger.