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.

She smiles and squeezes my shoulder. A sentiment of the Foxx men.

“That if you believe in something, listen to your gut, it’ll work out in the end.”

“Dammit, you bought the dog too, didn’t you?” I deadpan.

“I’ll never be the same,” he mumbles in between soft kisses that have my heart stuttering.

Why does my dad have your name in his phone as Peach?

“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 owe just over three-hundred dollars.” “What are they doing with all this money?” “Fucking financing a small farm.

Are you about to show all these people that I’m yours, Peach?”

we’re at Foxx Bourbon. And I’ve had the luxury of a master distiller showing me exactly how best to appreciate good bourbon.”

“Ready for your tasting, Foxx?”

I link my pinky with hers and bring her wrist to my lips.

“Come back here. Let me kiss you like I’m going to miss you.”

She smells just like I remember—lavender and sugar. She smells like home.

“Her middle name is a flower. Soulmate!”

“You are so many things, Faye, but the only thing I'm really hoping that you never want to stop being is ours.”