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

by Meghan Quinn

He stares at me, those ice-blue eyes screaming murder. “We had a fucking story, a simple one, so what happened?” I pat his arm and kindly say, “It’s called panic. Welcome to the show that is my life. Strap in, it’s going to be bumpy.” “Jesus,” he mutters under his breath just as Roberts and Gloria come back to sit down.

“Penny, would you like to sit down?” “Would love to,” she says while sitting next to Ollie. She presses her hand to her stomach and says, “I’m Penny. That hunk of meat over there got me pregnant, and I’m ready to not have this baby in my belly anymore.” Ollie chuckles. “I’m Ollie, and I can’t imagine how you feel at the moment. For what it’s worth, your boobs look amazing.” Penny claps her hand over her chest and, in a choked-up voice, says, “Thank you, that means so much to me.” “Could you imagine if I met you for the first time and told you your dick looked nice in your jeans?” Hornsby asks. Hands in my pockets, I say, “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it every once in a while.” “Ahhh,” Ollie coos. “Silas, your dick looks fantastic in your jeans.” Well fuck me, that makes me smile. Smile and blush, because she didn’t just tell me my dick looked good. She also let her eyes fall to my crotch and paused for a moment and stared. I rock on my heels and say, “Thanks, babe.”