He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

She turns toward me, her eyes connecting with mine, and fucking hand to heart, I feel this jolt of possession rock through me so fucking hard that I have to catch my breath. I can’t tell you the last time I felt something like this.

With one look, she brought me back to life.

“Holmes isn’t happy, and he doesn’t have a lot of sex,” Posey says out of fucking nowhere.

Mark my words, you and Blakely are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend by the end of the season.