A Not So Meet Cute (Cane Brothers, #1)

by Meghan Quinn

I’m confrontation’s bitch and avoid it at all costs, therefore—raises hand—here I am, doormat, at your service.

As Rachel Green would say, isn’t that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?

Kelsey: Oh my God . . . you’re going to be murdered. Lottie: No way. The dude is meeting me at Chipotle. He’s not going to murder me at a place where you have to pay extra for guac.

“No, but there’s something so sexy, so possessive, about being able to hold your girl at the nape of her neck.” “Possessive, are we?” I ask, trying to feel this man out. “I prefer to claim what’s mine.”

“If I found the right woman, I’d be far more interested in fucking her against every surface of my house rather than answering monotonous emails or buying a business partner a drink.” Well . . . okay.

“I’m also going to need your ring size. My fiancée will be properly adorned with a ring.” She swallows hard. “Fine, but I’m going to need to know your dick size before you leave.” “Why do you need to know that?” I ask. “Because,” she says with a smile, “I need to know if I have to act like a happy fiancée, or a truly satisfied fiancée.”

You might be a lost cause to your sister, but you could be my victory.

“Wow, wouldn’t have guessed this would be the immaculate proposal I’d get one day. Just ‘put it on your goddamn finger and don’t take it off.’ So romantic.”

“On the sidewalk in my neighborhood. She was lost; I was blowing off steam. Just so happened we both needed each other.” I grip the back of my head. “A not-so meet-cute.”

“Lottie, I love you. You’re beautifully frustrating, annoyingly right most of the time, and you bring me more joy than I ever thought I’d be lucky enough to have. You complement my surly attitude. You put me in my place when I need it, and you listen to me when I need a listening ear. Plain and simple, you complete me, and I know for certain, I can’t live this life without you in it.” He pops open the ring box, revealing a beautiful, cushion-shaped diamond ring with diamond accents on the band. It’s different than the current ring on my finger, edgier, just like me. “I love you so goddamn much. Please, would you accept the contract, and will you also do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Looks like you snagged yourself a rich husband after all.” I chuckle. “I think it was the braids.” “It was the braids for sure.”