Despite what his Germanic name suggests, Gustaf Hein hails from the UK. The son of parents with multiple doctorates each, he was top of his class at an exclusive boarding school until his parents’ scandal at Oxford launched them across the pond. Accustomed to debating the finer points of astrophysics with his peers, Gus now walks the halls with guys who say “dude” and make fart jokes.
Girls may swoon at the sight of tall-blonde-and-handsome’s deep blue eyes, but as soon as he opens his mouth, they scatter like a flock of birds after a gunshot. His tone spews exasperation, and no one understands a word of his prodigious vocabulary. No one except Cathryn. Despite her quirks, Cathryn translates what he says with the naturalness of a bilingual.
To a guy whose expression alternates between a derisive sneer and a disgruntled scowl, Cathryn’s kindness is as foreign as driving on the right side of the road. His stoicism masks a simmering temper, but he doesn’t waste time believing in love.
Then again, Cathryn’s smile is evidence for a lot of things he doesn’t believe.