Broody Devil (Nashville Devils, #3)

by Melissa Ivers

“I don’t know how to skate. I don’t want to embarrass you.” Rhett tosses the bag in the chair next to me and kneels down. “You could never embarrass me. You’re the perfect one.”

“He looks at you like you're his next breath, like you’re his reason for existing. You may not see it, Lucille, but the rest of us do.”