The Chase (Briar U, #1)

by Elle Kennedy

I’m not a fan of my own thoughts. They tend to be a jumble of insecurity, mixed with self-doubt, a splash of inner critic, and a sprinkling of misplaced over-confidence. It’s a fucked-up place, my mind.

She flashes me a wink and a smile, and my insides promptly melt like butter on a hot pan. She has the kind of smile that makes a man want to start writing very bad poetry. Dazzling and genuine and as beautiful as the rest of her.

I feel like too many girls fail to remember one vital truth: we deserve someone who gives us one hundred percent. Half-assed effort isn’t effort. Half- assed love isn’t love. If a man isn’t all in, then we need to be all out.

You either want to be with me, or you don’t.” My fingers tremble on the door handle. “So which is it?” He hesitates. He actually hesitates. A ball of hurt clogs my throat. I gulp it down best as I can. “Wrong answer,” I mutter, and then I get in my car and slam the door.