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

by Meghan Quinn

“My name is Ollie. I’m in a really tough spot, and I’m so sorry, but I’m about to kiss you because I need to save face in front of my ex-boyfriend, who is now dating my nemesis. If you don’t stop me in three seconds, I’m going in.”

Ew, I kissed an old man.” “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

I nearly choke on my sandwich just thinking about her getting herself off so often. I’m pretty sure Sarah didn’t even know how to touch herself, let alone want to touch herself that often, or even once a week for that matter.

“Guess you kissed the right man at the right time.” She smirks at me. “I guess I did.”

“Images of who?” She pauses and then asks, “Sarah?” “No,” I answer honestly. “I can’t. She fucked me over, and there is no way I’m going back to that, even if she’s gorgeous.”

“Honestly, do you think I enjoy driving?” “Then why make a big deal about it?” I ask. “Because, Silas, that’s what I do.”

“You’re a protector, Silas. Not a hurter. If anything, I feel safe when I’m around you. I trust you and your intentions, even if skewed at times by the hurt that rests tightly on your chest.”