A Stealthy Situation (Franklin U 2, #2)

by Saxon James

He huffs, cute nose wrinkling. “Fine.” His voice drops and turns muffled. “Kinda, sort of love you or whatever, I guess.” “Louder.” I swear steam shoots from his nose. “I love you.” “Louder.” Benny snarls and grabs my jaw, pushing onto his toes until he’s right in my face. “I fucking love you, and I’m pretty sure I’m obsessed with every dumb thing you do because I can never stop thinking about you and talking about you, and if Em kills me, it’s all your fault because he’s sick of how disgustingly schmoopy I am.” He makes a horrified noise and backs up a bit. “You’re schmoopy?” “It’s a sickness. I’ll recover.” “Cute you think I’ll let you.”

December passes as fast as a snot rocket.

He’s been sneaking out, and every time I ask where he’s going or what he’s doing, it’s always “going for a walk” or “found a hookup” or “took up a new career as a stripper, and now my billionaire boyfriend is being chased by the mob, and I have to go into hiding.”

His gorgeous brown eyes turn soft as he looks down on me. “You’re such an asshole.” It doesn’t sound like an insult. “And you’re such a sweetheart.” That does. But it works for us. Total opposites. All cinnamon and snark.