The Long Game (Green Oak, #1)

by Elena Armas

this woman who claimed to have a migraine at every minimal inconvenience and once signed off an email with “apologies for existing. :)”

I should make this my email signature

I think he’s a Taurus. And I don’t trust Taurus men.

Valid

“If you think you can boss me around just because you think yourself more important than me, or because you have developed some strange superiority complex due to trauma or a small penis, then I suggest you think again.”

Oh God. What was happening? I’d never been into manual labor. Or tattoos. Or forearms. Or flannel for that matter.

“Oh, the audacity of men to doubt a woman’s capacity to endure pain and discomfort.”

“Adalyn.” Cameron’s voice cut through the loud disarray of thoughts in my head. Again. Just like it always managed to do. “Snap out of it, darling.” It was angry. Rough sounding. “Come back to me.”

Cringe

“And if a female ferret in heat doesn’t mate for a prolonged time, the increasing levels of estrogen in her body can eventually lead to her death.”

Apparently I’m a female ferret

“We’re going to hit pause on the independent routine, okay?” His voice lowered, all amusement gone. “You’re staying here until you can walk. And I’m taking care of you, hear me? You’re going to let me. And I hope to God you don’t make me fight you over this, Adalyn, because I promise you, I will. I’ll burn that goddamn shack down if I must.”

Hot, but also calm down dude

“I’m finding it particularly hard to keep my hands off you.”