Enticing (Red Lips & White Lies, #3)

by Bella Matthews

My chest vibrates with silent laughter. “Okay, short stack.” “I’m a full stack, thank you very much,” she answers, and I bite my lips, pretty sure this kid would be offended if I laughed at her.

I understand needing to be a responsible adult . . . but seriously. Every day? Like every single day? That seems a bit excessive.

But really . . . do nice guys even exist?

My mother did not raise a quitter. She did, however, raise someone who has a flair for dramatics mixed with a teeny, tiny attitude problem.

She buries her face in my neck and makes the sweetest sounding sigh as I carry her up the stairs. “Why do you always smell so good, Leo?” “Soap,” I offer quietly

Start over. Start late. Start scared. Just start. The first step is always the hardest.