Butterface (The Hartigans, #1)

by Avery Flynn

“You’d say all of this in front of our sister, your girlfriend, without even a twitch of revulsion?” Paul asked, shoving his fingers through his hair again. “She’s fucking delicate.”

He had just told her that her house was a crime scene and because her brothers were idiots involved with the mob the cops were taking it seriously, and yet he still thought it was important to steep his tea properly? What the hell?

“You think I’m just going to agree to that because we told my brothers that you were my boyfriend—as if anyone would believe that. What, do you think people believe this is some lame romantic comedy where the hot guy falls for the ugly chick? Newsflash, I don’t wear glasses, so there’s no taking them off and then suddenly I’m a total babe and believably your girlfriend.”