Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

“I hate you a little.”

“I hate you a little too, Peach.”

“Does everybody know that the charming, single-dad Foxx brother is also kind of a nerd?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, Foxx. You just have to ask.”

“You look hungry, Foxx,” she says while she steps out of her boots.

“Starved, baby.” Her movements stutter for a breath when I call her that.

I started falling in love with Faye Calloway on the edge of a cornfield, on a stage, over a bottle of bourbon, and every time she’s been in my arms since.