Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

Because every single thing I glanced at, grazed, examined, eyed, or even considered when we were at the grocery store, every single thing I decided to walk past, every single thing I told myself I didn’t need—every single thing has somehow made it here, inside Koen’s house.

“And, killer?” “What?” “Tuck that T-shirt in your pants. It’ll look less like it’s mine.”

“I just realized that I’m going to need some sunscreen.”