Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

To discovering that you’re allowed to fall in love as many times as possible in your lifetime. Whether it’s with a new lover or an old friend. Whether it’s with the same person, but new versions of each other as you grow. Fucking fall. Do it loudly. Do it at your own pace. Rush. Ease in. Enjoy an instant lust, a slow burn, or a happy for now. Rebound. Fall again. And if you’re craving a little something extra… Lincoln Foxx has a few creative suggestions during your discovery. They may include some bourbon…

“And Dad,” she says before she walks any farther. “She looks at you too. When you’re not looking, she smiles when she looks at you.”

“You try telling them no?” She raises her eyebrows, fully aware that’s not my strong suit. I give her a leveling glare. “You try telling them no. It’s the one thing aside from the blonde curls that they inherited from Olivia. Couldn’t tell that woman no either. I swear, I’m raising con artists.” “It tracks.”

It feels like the simplest observation, but when someone sees you and says it out loud, it’s validating.

Our relationship was one of the most important things in the world to me when I was younger. I just had never stopped to recognize it or call it out. It was something that I felt lucky to have, and then I felt punished when I didn’t.

“People always think that you get one great love of your life, but I think whatever asshat said that never considered all the different kinds of love that could show up over the course of a lifetime.”