Bourbon & Proof (The Bourbon Boys, #3)

by Victoria Wilder

Since then, I’ve been an anonymous, well-paying client, who offers her double if she only sends them to me. Five years’ worth of panties, and I helped her get Midnight Proof off the ground without needing to ask her father for a fucking dime.

I toss it to burn later, and hope this unyielding desire for her will turn to ash along with it.

“He would only ever be able to choose you. That man won’t love anyone else. Believe me, I know. Because when you find it”—he shakes his head—“it’s impossible to think about anything else.”

“They might say to never fall for a Foxx, but nobody ever said what could happen if a Foxx fell for you. There isn’t a damn thing more real than the way you look at my grandson.”

There’s always more to a story. Anyone who tells you otherwise just isn’t privy to the details.

it was never dangerous to fall for a Foxx. It’s simply proof that, regardless of any secret or lie that might have been tied to a woman, when a Foxx falls, they do it as bold and strong as our bourbon.