More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Whoever invented tequila shots was a dick.
In her defense, he had been holding a fish and shooting a peace sign in his profile picture. Her standards were low, but they weren’t that low.
“I’m fine,” she muttered. “He’s just a shifter… a naked, well-hung shifter. It’s still Drake.”
Nicole glared at her reflection in the steam clouded mirror. It was difficult to feel cute, calm, and collected when all she could focus on was the two shifters moving around her house like two furry pinballs.
“I’m coming!” Nicole called from her bedroom door. Technically, she already had. Twice.
