The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

“What’s your name, sunshine?”

grinned to myself because Sunshine was definitely as affected by me as I was by her.

Charlotte was dancing to T Swift’s “Karma”,

I grabbed my phone and pulled up my "Shake It Off" playlist, cranking the volume to the max. Taylor Swift's infectious beat filled the room, and I launched into an exaggerated shimmy that would make every Swiftie proud.

“Hi, sunshine,”

“Yes, that’s a good thing, sunshine.”

I turned on some Tay-Tay to try to get her talking, and sure enough, after “High Infidelity” started playing—a banger of a track, by the way—she turned her head back toward me.

"Bejeweled,” beginning the banger with a cheeky shimmy of my shoulders.

all’s well that ends well to end up with you.

As usual, Tay Tay’s music was instant magic. Our teammates, even the most stoic ones, couldn't resist the infectious beat.

And as the great Taylor Swift said, all’s well that ends well to end up with…