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The worst ones are always blond.
I wish I had the balls of a mediocre white man who thinks he’s hot shit. I’d be unstoppable.
Ethan spots me. “Mitchy,” he calls out, jumping to his feet. “I have an awkward question for you.” “No, I will not get a dick piercing to match yours,” I answer, and Grant snickers. “Not my style.” “If you ever change your mind, I’ll give you the name of my guy. He does good work.”
Keen for his book. It doesnt make sense to me that Ethan and Grant dont bave some sort of love affair happening
“Fuck it,”
Sully I haven’t known peace in years.
“Okay. You know I lost my right leg,” I say, gesturing down at my joggers. “We had no fucking idea,” Liam draws out, and Hudson hits him with a pillow.
I’m a little too firm when I move my foot to the left and tap on the brakes, because Liam goes flying forward and almost rolls over the center console. Grant screams and clutches the door to prevent himself from falling out the window. Maverick topples sideways, his head under Liam’s ass, and Hudson cackles in the seat beside me.
“Are you… is this some fucking PhD class on women’s emotional intelligence?” I ask. “When the fuck did you all get so deep and insightful?”
“How about instead of arguing…” Maverick reaches into his pocket and unfolds a piece of paper, handing it off to Emmy. “Everyone say Guess what? We’re going to be aunts and uncles to the coolest baby girl in the whole fucking world who will be here by Christmas!”
“That’s a hat trick, Lexi baby, and that means I win.”

