Desire or Defense (Hooked on a Feeling, #1)

by Leah Brunner

“No!” I whine, even though she can’t hear me. “You never, and I repeat never, get out of the car in the drop-off line!”

This part was legitimately funny.

“Shove your kid out, yell goodbye, then put the pedal to the metal!” I yell at the windshield, throwing my hands in the air. I’m not usually this grouchy, but I’m already running late, and I don’t even have time to stop for coffee.

Tuck and roll.

“What makes you think that me working with children would be a good idea? I don’t even like humans that are fully grown.”

Andie is the bright spot in this place, shining like the sun on a dreary day. Okay, a really mouthy sun.

Remy shakes his head, smirking. “Mitch ‘The Machine’ Anderson.” He pins me with a serious look. “I think you’ve met your match.”

Noah is braver and more mature at eleven than I am at twenty-eight.

“Oh, young grasshopper, I have so much to teach you.” That brings another smile to my face. Who needs Dr. Curtis when you have Dr. Noah?

Let’s face it, life is better horizontal.

Agree.

Noah is smirking at me, similar to the way Mitch just did. “Your face is all red again.” “Shut up.”

Maybe the man just needs a good hug. Goosebumps break out along my arms just thinking about wrapping my arms around him… it’s like my senses are screaming, we volunteer! We volunteer as tribute!

This one also has Anderson on the back, because I’d die before I saw this woman wear anyone’s jersey but mine.

If we were truly alone at this moment, I’m 99.9% sure he would kiss me. And if he didn’t… I’m 100% sure I’d kiss him.

“I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.” “Isn’t it great? Stick with me, Anderson, and you’ll never get bored.”

Because family looks different for everyone. Sometimes it’s not the family you’re born into, but the one you build. The one you work for. And this is mine.