Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

“Totally appropriate conversations happening in here among the girls,” Ace says as he pulls down rocks glasses from one of the cabinets. Hadley doesn’t miss a beat. “You’re going to have to do a little more than roll your eyes and grind those teeth, if you want to call me your girl, Daddy.” Laney and I look at each other, eyes wide. I keep my facial expression neutral because, as much as I want to laugh, Ace looks unamused, and Hadley looks like she’s ready to word spar. “I said THE girls, Hadley,” he says, walking over to the counter to bring the fruit salad that Laney just finished to the other room. “You sure about that? Sometimes people in their elder years tend to forget what they’ve just said.” She smiles coyly, head tilted like she’s the picture of innocence. “And sometimes mouthy brats—” he cuts himself off as Laney and I barely bite back our smiles. Hadley is still standing there, staring at the doorway that he just walked out of, looking like she’s in awe for a solid ten-Mississippi seconds. “You heard that, right? Like, my brain didn’t short circuit from seeing him in that friggin’ pair of Wranglers tonight. WRANGLERS!” she whisper-shouts to Laney. “And he called me a mouthy brat. What the actual fuck?”

OBSESSED WITH THEM! CANT WAIT FOR THEIR BOOK