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.

“It was eight years ago.” He looks up at me. “Eight years ago, I was stood up at the altar.”

“You know, Auden…” I kiss her mound, the tuft of curls tickling my lips in the most delightful way. “I never did eat dinner.” A stuttered breath. Another kiss, this one closer to the meal I’m so looking forward to. I peek up at her, loving how she’s watching me with hazy eyes. She wants this as badly as I do. “And I’m fucking starving.”

“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.

“I am, Auden. I’m superstitious as hell, and right now, it seems like you might be my good luck charm.”