The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.

But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.

Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.