So Not Meant To Be (Cane Brothers, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“Now, if you don’t mind, I have an appointment to stuff my mouth full of meat.”

“The only bullshit thing between us is that spiel you just laid out. Deny it all you want, but I know you want me. The quicker you accept that, the better you will feel.” Despite the heavy beat of my heart, I know it’s my time to turn my head, and when I do, our noses nearly touch. With all the bravado I can muster, I say, “The sooner you realize I’m out of your league . . . the better you will feel.”

want to be worshipped. I want to be important in someone’s life. I want to be the person someone calls when they need advice or have big news . . . or just want to hear my voice. I want to be surprised with flowers at my apartment door. Whisked away to somewhere I’ve never been. Thought of nearly every second of every day because I consume someone’s thoughts. I want the real. The ugly. The pettiness that comes with relationships. The teasing. The arguments. The laughs. The love. The romance.

Lottie has this hourglass shape that any woman would kill for. Hips and tits, that’s her.

? I remember a different description from book 1

“Don’t flatter yourself. The need to talk to you is out of obligation. These people don’t actually like you.”

Kind of snarky. Was that necessary or is she trying to be argumentative?

Because I want you to think I’m a good guy despite how I act. I want you to see that I like you, but am afraid to tell you because there’s a great possibility you will laugh in my face. I want you to give me a chance. To date me . . .

“Do you do that on a first date?” I ask her. “Because from what I recall of our first and only date, you were pricklier than that.”