The Enemy (It Happened in Charleston #2)

by Sarah Adams

There’s an innocent photo of Nick Lachey printed on the front, but when you fill it with hot liquid, his shirt disappears, revealing his glorious, chiseled six-pack.

Stopppp

Why is he doing this? Being so touchy-feely? And doing that strange thing with his face? On most people, it’s called a smile. But on Ryan, I don’t trust that it’s something so nice.

“June,” I say, dragging out her name to let her know I’m suspicious. “Why do you smell like me?”