The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“Vancouver’s a nightmare for rentals,” he says, and I sense he’s trying to keep his tone casual. “You don’t want to end up living with some weirdo who sneaks into your room and sniffs your panties.” A horrified laugh bubbles out of me. “Gross.” “And if you find me in your room,” he adds with a cheeky smile, “I’m just making sure they fit.”

“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.

Buying her things could become an addiction if I let it.