Bourbon & Proof (The Bourbon Boys, #3)

by Victoria Wilder

Pushing my buttons is her favorite hobby. I’m going to learn my fucking lesson one of these days. I don’t know why I engage. When I do, it’s like fuel for her. And then I end up in a bad mood, slightly dizzy, and with a fucking hard-on.

If I looked back in my black book, it would be crystal clear, but while you’re living it, toxic people don’t seem hazardous.

“That woman deserves the kind of respect she doesn’t expect and the kind of love you’re still unsure if you’re capable of. Anything less puts you on my shit list.”

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

surface. I will not cry. Hold it together, Hadley. “Secrets say, ‘I don’t trust you.’ Lies tell me you’ve got something to hide.