My Return to the Walter Boys (My Life with the Walter Boys, #2)

by Ali Novak

Sex. The truck smelled like sex. I didn’t notice it initially since the eau de lung cancer masked the odor,

“Do you honestly want to hear about that?” Alex blanched. “I’d rather eat rusty nails.” Perfect. We were on similar pages, then. “That’s what I thought.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but moody delinquent doesn’t count as a costume.”