Those Three Little Words (The Vancouver Agitators, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I learned from a young age that life is short, and you have to fucking enjoy every second of it. So my rule is to say yes.

I was entranced. I was hooked. I was stolen for the rest of the night. My mind wanted one thing. Her.

She swallows again. “You’re attractive.” Bingo. Just the thing I wanted to hear.

I. Want. Her. Need. Her. Bad. And I’m not sure anything can stop me from having her tonight.

But that’s when I realize the harsh truth. Penny Lawes is done with me. Even though I’m not remotely done with her.

He shakes his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Penny. Hockey doesn’t come first. You and this baby do.”

but there is a place here that Posey and I go to called The Denver Biscuit Company,

DBC mention!

But given all of that, I don’t like someone telling me I’m not good enough. That is shitty. That doesn’t feel good.

but the more we talk, the more we hang out, and the more I realize that I wish things were different for the both of us because I like her. I actually fucking like this girl.

Does she know I fucking live for the smell of that lotion? That I so look forward to the smell of it at night that I actually bought myself a travel-size bottle. And I’m so pathetic that I rub it on my hands at night before I go to bed when I’m away.

Don’t worry, I’m picking up the pieces you keep breaking off her. I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out a heavy breath. Fuck.