The Wingman (Vancouver Storm, #3)

by Stephanie Archer

“Eight.” He looks away, folding his arms over his chest. “One for each year we’ve been friends.”

8 dozens roses for Valentines Day, for each year they were friends... swoon🥰

“No one saw anything.” Hayden’s voice is loud and firm, and he gives everyone a stern look. “Right, guys?” Alexei stares straight ahead. “I didn’t see anything. My contacts fell out.”