The Wrong Mr. Right (Queen's Cove, #2)

by Stephanie Archer

I cleared my throat and set the book back on the pile. “Something I can help you with?” “I’m here for the orc erotica.”

“Again, what are you doing here? Do you need me to teach you how to read?” I burst out laughing. “You’re kind of mean for a shy girl.”

Even in the wetsuit, her ass was so cute. This must be what people were talking about when they referenced intrusive thoughts.

“I’ve never been jealous in my life. And then one of my good friends made plans with you and it pissed me off.”

Same casual tone. Just me trying not to picture Hannah in bed with another guy, that’s all. Doing great. Not filled with a confusing horny rage.

They were all sitting there like, Hannah, take us with you! Don’t leave us home alone. It’s sad here. We love you.”

I never should have told her to ask a bunch of guys out. What a stupid, stupid idea. She could have practiced asking me out, again and again. Yeah. We could still practice that.