Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Holding grudges is my superpower.

“A cat. Her name is Cleocatra.”

Rhys: You bought me a cat. Romance is dead in this house. Tabby: Or maybe you don’t understand my love language?

“Pettiness is my love language.” I’d wear that shirt!

“Absofuckinglutely not.”

“Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”