The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

This wasn’t Hollywood. I wasn’t a princess. And now I was quoting Taylor Swift lyrics.

And when I turned the corner, there she was, wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts and another messy bun, humming to herself and swaying her hips to a Taylor Swift song that was playing softly through the kitchen speakers. She was scrambling some eggs on the stove.