Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

“Nothing says college spirit like posting bail.

I’ve got to do is sit here and let a woman who is so far out of my league we’re not even playing the same sport dance on me.

Emilia thinks liking men is a poor choice to begin with, and I have to remind her that, unfortunately, you can be attracted to men and not actually like them as a species.

For all the romance books I’ve read and all the happy endings I’ve enjoyed, I can’t imagine my own. I’d like to hope I’ll have one, but hope can be dangerous.

Or, alternatively, I can bottle that up and make a therapist really rich one day.

“Typical city girl,” I tease. “Should have read more small-town romances to prepare yourself for the country.”

“Yes, that’s where I went wrong. Not enough small-town romances.”

Not a huge fan of the amount of gel he uses to slick back his hair, but mainly because there’s so much I’m concerned there’s going to be a pollution incident if he jumps into the lake.

“And Xander can be pissed at both of us.” “I will be pissed at both of you,”

Jenna says I should feel honored to be the chosen one, and I do. I haven’t ever been anyone’s first choice, so I’m grabbing on to it with both hands. Even if they are dogs.

“Why does this feel like you just want to throw stuff at me?” “You know her so well,”