Chasing the Puck (Sin Bin Stories, #2)

by Lyssa Lemire

This time she can’t hide a smile and a tiny laugh that bubbles from her curled lips. The sound makes my chest pang. I could very quickly grow addicted to hearing Olivia Lockley’s laugh.

She’s breathtaking. Literally. I realize it’s been a couple beats since I’ve inhaled, and when I do, I feel a hitch in my chest.

know one thing, though: I’m sure as hell not giving up. She’s got my heart wrapped around her finger, and I’ve got no interest in trying to untwirl it.

“But you can bet your ass that when we’re through keeping it quiet,” Tuck says, his grin coming back to his face, “I’m going to make up for it by screaming from the fucking mountaintops that you’re mine. When you’re ready for that.”