Body Check (Seattle Serpents, #1)

by Teagan Hunter

There’s no way he’s anything under six foot four, which means he’s a hot and tall asshole—my weakness.

“Hi, I’m Auden Sinclair.” He glances down at my hand, then back up at my face. “I know who you are. What I don’t know is why—why are you here?” “I own this hotel.” His jaw slackens, and his eyes grow wide. “You… You…” “Welcome to The Sinclair, Mr. Hutchinson.”

Not until an hour into our flight do I realize I’m missing something again—my hat. I know then that wasn’t the last I’ll see of Auden Sinclair.

My eyes drift to the hat that’s still on her head. Little thief. I still can’t believe she got one over on me and stole it back. At first, I was pissed, but then I realized it gave me an excuse to see her again, and that thought rocked me to my core. I wanted to see her again. I never want to see my one-night stands again.