His name is Luke. But nobody knows that. He was an iconic musician before he gave up music. But nobody knows that either. They also don’t know he’s twenty-seven, that he used to have an infectious laugh, and that he’s way too young to be widowed. They certainly don’t know the rest of his tragic story. All they know is that he comes into their café at the same time every morning and stares at the same chair at the same table. They know he’s strange. They know he interrupts their breakfast with a cold blast of air as he hovers in the doorway, mustering the courage to confront a piece of furniture.
No one asks why. No one cares. He’s fine with that. He’s done with life. This isn’t even his story anymore. It’s actually Callie’s, the young writer who sat in his chair one day.
I loved the hell out of this book,it was so much more than i expected. The story was beautifully painful, that chair god that chair, as the story unfolds and we find out the reason why the chair is so important tears you up inside.
I adore the fact that this book is the complete story told by Callie, its almost like she had written the book. I was expecting this romance to go one way at the start with Luke and Callie, then a fantastic twist turned the romance i thought was building into something so much more.
For Luke, Callie was that one person, through such small acts had the power to make a huge difference in his world.
Casey is a awesome guy loved his character so much.
Im not sure how to put into words how wonderful this book is, this is an amazing story full of healing and the connection of friendships and the power of love.