The Situationship (Part of Your World, #3.5)

by Abby Jimenez

“You will not murder me. I will murder you,” I said. “And I’ll cover you in honey so the pig eats your body and they’ll never find you.

Women should snoop. Snooping saves lives. Lets you know if you’re in the house of a serial killer or a married man or a guy with a closet full of Sharpies to draw dicks on trails.

It was probably the best thing I’d ever eaten

This was a love language to me.

Do you always ask such invasive questions?” “Do you always answer them?” “I do if I’m not ashamed of the answers,”

“Are you going to play the guitar for me or not?” “You are so bossy.” “Do you want me to leave?” “Not even a little.” He grinned.

Maybe I was starting to feel a little protective of him. This nice, unbothered, lonely man who didn’t care what people thought and probably rarely asked for help, even when he needed it.

I wanted to hope that Emma was going to thrive here. That she would heal and be okay.

And if she didn’t, she wouldn’t stay. And then I couldn’t stay. I would have to go where she went because that’s what I did. I looked out for her. She was my family. So a relationship with a handsome rugged farmer was not going to be a thing. But a fling could be a thing. A one-night stand. A hookup. A situationship.