“Fine?” Eric’s eyebrows shot up. “She’s a fucking ten, and that’s without my practically-in-laws bias. She’s a teacher, which means she’s smart—you’ve heard how funny she is. Plus she seems to like you—not that you have an issue in that department—so what’s the problem?” I shifted on my seat. “She’s not Allie Rousseau,” Gavin answered for me, sliding two beers to the boardroom crew on our left.
OOOO I LOVE THE MMC NEVER FALLS IN LOVE AGAIN TROPE
