That Forever Girl (Getting Lucky, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

Sometimes memories are what you need to remind you who you are and where you come from.

The last few days of spending time with Harper have been . . . fuck, they’ve been amazing, but they’ve also turned me into an emotional ball of bipolar nerves.

“Okay, so wood.” She sputters. “Cabinet wood, not penis wood. I don’t know why I said penis wood or why I’m staring at your penis.” She clamps her hand over her mouth. “Oh God, did I say that out loud?”

“Now what’s the address of that Brandon bastard? I have something to give him.” “You are not going to give Brandon ‘something.’” I use air quotes. “Did I say ‘give him something’? I meant introduce his dick to my shotgun.”