Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)

by Sara Raasch

“St. Patrick’s Day’s magic,” he says. “It’s useless. Luck.” He clicks his tongue in distaste. “Which I’ve always thought was a xenophobic attribute for our Holiday’s magic to assimilate, luck of the Irish and all, but Siobhán’s certain it leads us to where we need to go.

He tasted like those fantasies. He felt like those endings. It’s him.

“I care,” he starts, that mewl-growl roughening his voice, “because I need to know where anyone else touched you, how they touched you, so I can do it better.”

“You’re afraid of people leaving you, but you aren’t showing up for yourself, Kris.”