Until It Was Love (Copper Valley Pounders Rugby, #1)

by Pippa Grant

“You’re a disaster, aren’t you?” “Every fucking day. Only way to live.”

I grab three chocolate bars that are in a little display on the counter. “Add these. They’re consumable. You like chocolate, Hallie?” The child has a price at which she can be bought, and it’s apparently a dog, ten stickers, and a chocolate bar. “You my new fwend,” she tells me. “You pwetty. And nice. I wike your dog. We be fwends.”

“Brains are such bitches sometimes.”

“Life’s a complicated bowl of crap sometimes.”