The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

something had me turning my head. And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine.

She was like a petite fairy princess, like something out of a movie—and yes I was aware how that matched my new nickname. Fucking perfectly.

I felt like he’d become a part of me. Like we were two halves of one soul, somehow separated, and now we’d found our way back to each other.

“Olivia,” Ari crowed, striding forward with his arms outstretched. It took me a second to realize what he was doing, and I immediately pulled Olivia behind my body. “What are you doing?” I asked, horrified. Wasn’t it a rule in the Circle of Trust, “Do Not Touch The Girl?”

Blake giggled and Ari grinned as he turned his full attention to his wife. Sometimes I was pretty sure he acted so ridiculous just to make sure she was paying attention to him. A real “Circle of Trust” move if I’d ever heard of one.

“Holy fuck, Disney. His dick is gone,” I heard Ari’s voice comment,