Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

“I gave Aaron your number. The one he had must have been wrong. He said it went to some business.” It sure did: Franco’s Birthday Clowns. Because after the dinner with my parents and the Wagners, that’s the number I gave him. It’s what Aaron deserves. Clowns.

I stopped over analyzing why things make me feel a certain way and focused on how to get those feelings to go away.

His hips? They don’t lie. His feet? Not guilty, because they have got serious rhythm. His groove thing? Thoroughly shaken.