Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

Jason “These heels are killing me.” Kourtney flings off her shoes, kicking each leg like a ninja and launching her heels across the room when we arrive back from our friends’ rehearsal dinner. I chuckle as I hold open the door for Celeste. “This is all your fault.” Celeste’s eyes widen as she presses her hand against her chest. “Me? It’s not my fault your wife can’t hold her liquor like she used to.” I arch a brow as I lock the door behind her. “Right. Because you yelling, Take the shot and quit being a little bitch, had nothing to do with it.” Celeste smirks. “Touché, Jay.” Kourtney howls with laughter as she sways. “Touché, Jay. That rhymes.” “All right, agápi mou.” I grip her shoulders and lead her to the sectional. “Let’s get you to the couch so you don’t tip over.” “I love when you talk to her in Greek. It’s so adorable, it makes me want to puke.”