What I Should've Said (Red Bridge, #1)

by Max Monroe

I can’t remember what the man I’m supposed to marry looks like.

Excuse me, what?

Yes, I’ve listened to far too many crime podcasts to engage in this kind of reckless behavior on a normal day, but the boob sweat and three-inch helmet of frizz that’s now sitting atop my curls is anything but standard.

If this were a rom-com movie, this would be our meet-cute.

And for the love of God, I want to stop thinking about that fucking kiss.

I step back from my canvas, examining the reds and maroons that fade into brown around the edges. It’s a soft brown, one with a creamy center and flecks of golden speckle. I pretend it has nothing to do with my new assistant’s eyes.

This is so cute

“Duuuuude,” Clay comments in a low, amused voice. “Stare any harder, and I think she might combust.”

A thousand apologies sit on my lips, but when I see that Bennett is just standing there, smirking down at me, I clamp my lips closed. And when he says, “Did I strike a nerve, sweetheart? You want to fuck the sheep farmer?” My hand finds its way to his face for a second time.

“Small-town news travels faster than diarrhea leaving a clenched asshole.”

When it’s right, you don’t have to search. You don’t find love. Love finds you.

PS: Keep my pink sunglasses safe? Wear them for me when it’s sunny outside.”

I’m fucking sobbing bro i cant take this right now