Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)

by Sara Raasch

“Kris.” Coal leers. “Did you kiss someone from St. Patrick’s Day?”

Nope just covered him im tinsel

Who has gray eyes? Is that a real eye color?

hey it sure is

I close my eyes, dropping back into my self-disgust like an old friend.

relatable

I open the door to see a dinner tray on the hall’s carpet. My stomach rumbles at the smell of braised meat and potatoes. Next to it, in a neat stack, are four leather notebooks under an unopened package of cushion-grip pens.

So he's an acts of service bitch