Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

“She has a matching beauty mark.” Lily points to the right apple of her cheek. “It’s like we’re soulmates.”

“Is that a knife strapped to your leg?” She quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just think I was happy to see you, Foxx?”

“What should we toast to? Punches and pepper spray?” With an unexpected chuckle, she studies the color, swirling the bourbon in her glass. “To bourbon and secrets.” “To bourbon and secrets,” I repeat and clink her glass.

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.

“You show up for your family and the people you care about, and that’s always been what love looks like to me. You are what love looks like to me.”