Fangs and Frenemies (Blue Moon Bay Witches #1)

by Sierra Cross

wouldn’t say I had a posse, but I had peeps.

“How’s it going, Goody Two-shoes?”

My own mother, Gran’s daughter-in-law, was forever encouraging her to replace her homespun dresses with jewel-toned jogging suits and clip her long white hair into a respectable Karen cut.

Instead of groaning, he high-fived me. As if I needed more proof we were meant to be. We were both total dorks at heart.

Did he sense I wasn’t up for a make out session but just craved some quiet closeness? Darn it, the man was almost too good at guessing how I was feeling.

Every molecule of him was a visual argument for upping one’s protein consumption.

If she and Drew were buying party drugs for their wedding night, you’d think they could afford a smoother hookup. Or was this the type of thing a personal assistant handled, hehehe?

“Swill? Their white mochas slay.”