Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

I could kick her right in the crotch. Not sure if that’s petty, but it sure as hell would make me feel better. A toe to her camel toe. Blam-o, instant joy for me.

“You kissed an experienced man,” I point out, growing irritated. “More than I can say for your ex who looked like he still watches Rugrats on Saturday mornings.” “What’s Rugrats?” “For fuck’s sake,”

“How can you be so nonchalant about this?” “Because it was a kiss. It’s not like I stuck my hand down his pants and twirled his dick around like my own personal pepperoni stick.

Silas: Studying to be a journalist? Seems more like you’re occupied with texting your extremely hot boyfriend. Ollie: Yes, my extremely hot boyfriend who is thirty-one and sitting in a college class because he’s so attached to me that he can’t spare a moment without smelling my pheromones. Silas: Is that what the oniony smell is?