Always Only You (Bergman Brothers, #2)

by Chloe Liese

I’m going to throttle a seventy-five-year-old.

In retribution for whatever I did as some remorseless cat in a former life, cosmic forces placed the United States’ finest redhead specimen in my sphere and made him entirely off-limits.

the Great Naked Towel Tango.

“We need to talk about something,” she says seriously. My heart leaps off a cliff and free-falls into panic. “Oh? What’s that?” Worst-case-scenario thoughts blitz my mind with stunning clarity. She’s not satisfied. This isn’t working for her. She wants to be just friends. “I don’t know your middle name.” Her frown deepens. “And I realized it’s one of those details you’re supposed to know when you’re serious about someone. I feel like I failed because I didn’t ask you that. That and a few other things.”