The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

There’s a funny feeling in my chest—a whisper of something I’ve never had. A complete and utter infatuation with someone.

“Hayden! I look like Grimace from McDonald’s.”

I want more for her. I want her to feel on top of the world, to be excited about work and to feel like she’s making a difference. I want her to take risks and see that sometimes they pay off.

“You’re my type,” Hayden says like it hurts him. “More than anyone.”

“Mr. Darcy Andersen, as I live and breathe.”