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

by Meghan Quinn

As a true romantic who loves everything about love, I can’t help wondering if there’s a man out there who checks all the boxes of the perfect romcom hero. Noooo, now we have to deal with catfishing, followed by an unsolicited dick pic, and then finalized by a solid ghosting. I’m so sick of it.

Composing herself, Kelsey turns to Breaker and asks, “Would you give me a second with your brother?” He smirks and stands. “Of course.” Before he can walk away, Kelsey adds, “And I would appreciate your discretion in this matter.” Breaker pats her on the shoulder and says, “I understand the need to not be attached by name to him. I wish I wasn’t either.” Wow, what a brother.

“What did you do to the oven?” he calls out. This is where I have to play defense because the moment he knows I was lying, he’ll make a run for his room and I’m going to have to block him. I prepared for such an event by rolling up my sleeves and removing my socks so I don’t slide along the floor.

“Teasing your boss isn’t in your best interest.” “You’re technically not my boss as you just oversee things. If we want to get down to the nitty-gritty, my boss is Huxley, as you’ve pointed out to me, and I’m sure he’ll give me a raise once he sees the ‘data’ I’ve collected tonight.” Unfortunately, I think she’s correct.

JP: Why are you acting like a gossiping mom right now?

Breaker: Are you alive this morning? You texted me a picture of Kazoo eleven times last night, all in a row. That leads me to believe you didn’t stop drinking.

Kelsey: Well, I just love the letter you sent in, Jason, about you and Dottie, and I’d love for you to tell the listeners how you two became meant to be. Dottie: Please note, anything he says is going to be exaggerated, so take it with a grain of⁠— Jason: It was a dark, morbidly chilly evening in Chicago, where everyone was searching for hope and love. Dottie: Oh, dear God, here we go.