Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

Lazily, I paw at Koen’s shoulder and stretch in his arms. “I can walk.” “Me too. Wanna start a club?” “Can I be president?” “Treasurer at most.” “No deal.”

“Word of advice, killer?” he murmurs. “Stubborn and stupid is just a couple letters’ difference.” “You’re not the best speller, are you?”