Boarded Hearts (Seattle Scorpions, #1)

by Ruth Stilling

Jon’s eyes sparkle. “Oh, is that right? Well, I need the details on this guy for making moves on my girl. Can’t say as I blame him for trying though.” My girl. My. Girl. Oh, Jesus.

He throws his arm round the back of my seat and fires a wink at me before backing into the space. “You’ll see. You’re not good with surprises are you, Angel?” Well, wherever we are, I’m heading straight to the bathroom to change my underwear.

Taking my hand, he helps me out of the car and places my tote back on my shoulder. At this point, I’m wondering whether to issue a missing persons ad because every ounce of feminism has abandoned me, and even more worrying—I’m not that mad about it either.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re not etched into the memory of everyone you meet since you’ve invaded every part of mine.”

Jon’s brows crease together. “Had rules.” His hand darts out, his rough thumb gently brushing over my cheek. “I had rules, Felicity. I don’t anymore.” “Why not?” “Because you’re breaking them, Angel. One by one.”