The Summer You Found Me (The Summer, #3)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

He pushes my legs out of his way and plops down beside me. “I was joking about you being evil, but the way you keep suggesting I hold someone captive is worrying.” I hand him the remote. “Fine. Don’t take a captive. But you should know that based on the books I’ve read, it always leads to a ton of really kinky sex, followed by the development of a relationship based on deep, mutual respect.”

You’re never with any female for more than five minutes.”

I really hate her repeated use of “female” when “woman” works just as well. It gives me the ick every time.

“Sometimes the good news is harder to take than the bad,” she says. “And sometimes getting the thing you want makes you realize you wanted other things.”