The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“She’s not my type,” I lie. “I like tall, dark hair, and curvy.” That’s the type of woman I date, but it’s not my type. My type is Darcy Andersen.

“Don’t settle for anything less than a guy who worships the ground you walk on.” Like me, the voice in my head says, but I ignore it.

I always say Kit’s my best friend, but he’s not. It’s Darcy. I’m not dumb enough to continue denying my feelings for her, but I won’t act on them and mess up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.