I Could Be Yours (Toronto Terror)

by Helena Hunting

All three brothers are ridiculously good looking. But Nate has that tall-dark blond-and-grumpy thing going, and I’m such a fan.

“Why are you always such a grumpy old man?” “Why are you always trying to be a fairy tale princess?” “Why are you such a storm cloud?”

She’s the glorious ray of sunshine peeking through my rain clouds to create a rainbow.

Gagging

“I’m good.” She bites back a smile. “Nate, can you pass the cauliflower?” “Oh come on, Ess.” Flip waves a hand in my direction. “This guy doesn’t even believe in love! Why would you look to him to fulfill your needs when I’m right here?”

Cringe

“Take your broody asshole down a notch, Nathan. Your black cloud is dimming my shine.”

I’m not supposed to fall for the man who doesn’t believe in love.