The Matchmaker's Playbook (Wingmen Inc., #1)

by Rachel Van Dyken

The last thing I needed was some sexually repressed tomboy who wore sweats because they were comfortable.

“Good, no sex. Go to a nunnery. Lex and I will sneak in chocolate and wine for you every year on your birthday.” I reached across the table and patted her hand. “Blessings, child.”

Shit, life was bad when you felt nothing after the death of one of your favorite characters.