Lovers Like Us (Like Us, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

Donnelly opens his mouth, but he catches my gaze that says, don’t. He’s not a lead of a Force, and they’ll just yell at him for interjecting. Donnelly doesn’t give a shit. “You fire Farrow, I’ll walk out.” I cringe. “Man, be smarter than that.” “You die, I die⁠—” “Oh my God,” I mutter and pinch my eyes.

“Get outta Philly!” a collective jeer comes at us. Donnelly suddenly straightens up and outstretches his arms. “I’m from Philly! You get outta here, man!” Oscar pulls Donnelly back by the shirt before he storms the bar, and then he steals Donnelly’s beer.

“I’d say let’s grab some parachutes first, babe.” He smirks. “Then I’d clasp her hand and we’d go down…”