I Think I Might Need You (Love Sisters, #2)

by Christina C. Jones

He looked goodt. Yeah, with the “t” on the end. Real goodt.

Both of my parents drilled into us to never let anybody make us feel unworthy, or unwanted, in any capacity. On a job, in a friendship, in a relationship – there was always room to walk away. So

“Oh you know what it means. Too much juice in your cup. You thought you was cool enough to have your cake and eat it too.

There was just something about a big, wide, motherfucker who looked like he could build me a house that just… turned me on.

“You did Vegas all wrong, didn't you? What happened in Vegas followed you home!”

You are out of your goddamn mind. You have lost your goddamn mind. And when you find your goddamn mind, then you come back and talk to me.”

More like first came the gin, then came the sin, now oh shit, I gotta deal with you again.

“This ain’t it, chief. And the baby ain’t yours either.”