The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

She chose Kit over me, after all. If she wanted me, wouldn’t she have made a move at some point in the last eight years?

“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.