The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

I really wished I had some snacks. I eyed Geraldine’s purse. She probably had something in there. I just couldn’t trust it was from this decade.

“Passes? You have passes for us?” I asked, sounding a little crazed. I took the lead, hurrying her forward, vowing to make sure that Ari Lancaster never found out that I was using my seventy-five-year-old neighbor to pick up the future mother of my children.

I mean, I was so interested in this girl I might as well have a neon sign over my head that said “pick me, choose me, love me,” like I was an intern on Grey’s Anatomy.

I couldn’t control anything that happened in my life, but I could control my reaction to it.