The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“Darcy,” he says as a greeting before glancing at Georgia with a grumpy expression. “Got your claws in her already, Dr. Evil?” She stiffens. “Who let you out of the care home, Grandfather?” His features harden and his gaze drops to her feet, lingering. “Those aren’t office appropriate.” “That’s rich from someone with four teeth.” She gives him a cool smile, undeterred by his intimidating presence. His nostrils flare, and Hayden and I watch them like a tennis match. I’m in awe; she’s my new icon. “I have all my teeth,” Alexei says in a low, deadly voice. “For now. You’ve broken every other bone, so it’s only a matter of time until you’re spitting Chiclets. I’m shocked you don’t have a reserved parking spot at the hospital.” I make a curious expression at Hayden, and his eyebrows bob once, eyes lit up with amusement. Alexei towers over her, staring down at her with a hard set to his jaw. “You’re not my doctor anymore. Don’t waste valuable energy on me that you can be using to find a rich husband.” Georgia just sighs like she’s tired of him. “That’s enough male energy for today.” She makes a shooing motion at the guys before looping her arm through mine. “We’re going to go spend money now.” “What you do best,” Alexei mutters under his breath, walking away.

OH MY GOODNESSS