Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

“I look like a busted can of biscuits.” “I like biscuits.”

I have a nice chunk of change saved up, but I’d hate to dip into that if I don’t have to.

“Lead the way, my love.” I press a kiss to Kourtney’s forehead and then I bend down and toss Celeste over my shoulder. She squeals, arms and legs flailing.