Go Luck Yourself (Royals and Romance, #2)

by Sara Raasch

Wren blinks slowly at him. And does not make a note of it.

“If you mess up that Eldredge knot, I will personally garrote you with it.”

“You’re denying me caffeine,” I state, to be sure I’m understanding what will be put on the police report as my motive. “Oh, I know how much you love your caffeine, Coffee Shop, but ya need to eat. Water too.” Inch by inch, I lift my glare to Loch’s face. “Give me. That coffee.” “Eat. Your food.” He holds my coffee back far enough that I’d have to basically wrestle him to get it.

I’m going to commit a murder at a charity 5k family fun run. That is not how I thought I’d ruin my life. But I’m good with it.

Alcohol is a cruel, tricky truth serum, because I fully intend to play up having no idea what he’s talking about when instead I say, “I want to write a book.”

I try to pull away, to leave with my pride intact—ha, pride? I barely know her—but

I know whatever he wears is going to make my inner thoughts be the equivalent of a keysmash.

I want it and I love him and I’m a goddamn moron.

I’m despairingly in love with you.

I’m in love with Loch. And I can’t believe I thought loving him would be enough.