Better Than the Movies (Better than the Movies, #1)

by Lynn Painter

He raised one eyebrow, an unspoken question, and I realized at that moment that I wanted it. I wanted Wes.

And oh, dear God—Wes was looking at me. He was dancing with Alex but our eyes met over her head.

“Did you ever know, Liz, that Wes used to sit on the back porch and listen to you practice the piano? We pretended not to see him, but he was always there. And we’re talking way back when he was a little pain in the ass and you were awful at piano.”

“She’s not you.” “What?” “She. Isn’t. You.”

“I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn your cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you.”