Dirty Talking Rival

by Pippa Grant

Everything should be fresh and happy and I should be grabbing my second chance by the balls, yet nothing is the way it’s supposed to be, because I don’t know how to be her friend again. I don’t know how to let go of her rejecting me ten years ago.

That’s my excuse for being an asshole. And now I’m pissed that my excuse for being an asshole is really shitty.

“Chronologically thirteen, but I feel a strong sisterly bond with women in their forties. They’re kick-ass, they know how to do everything, and they have zero fucks left to give.

If this is Annika being pissed at me, then she can be pissed at me every minute for the rest of my life.

“You don’t recognize the Berger twins?” Star asks me. I look back at the two identical mountains and shake my head. “Professional hockey players,” she tells me. “They’re doing a charity golf fundraiser here in Copper Valley tomorrow, so we talked them into stopping here this morning before the festivities kick off.

In the Audiobook, the female narrator has said Cooper Valley instead of Copper Valley TWICE so far in this chapter

“Then we have Fatima Fayad, owner of Kefta, Copper Valley’s hottest Moroccan restaurant at the moment, and then Edison Rogers. He’s the bassist for Half-Cocked Heroes

In the Audiobook, the female narrator has said Cooper Valley instead of Copper Valley TWICE so far in this chapter

“Mama. Since when do you like hockey?” “Since that goalie came home to the Thrusters. The one from Copper Valley. What’s his name?” “The one who wrote that really awful book that you can download on Amazon?”