Bittersweet (True North, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

He crossed his bulky, lickable arms. “Look,” he said. “I have a feeling I know why your man at BPG doesn’t have his calls answered too often. His prices are probably bullshit, right? So his new plan is to send a hot sorority girl in a halter top and short skirt to dazzle the poor hicks who grow his food. Your guy thinks I’m a big enough idiot that a nice rack and a bright smile will blind me for long enough to agree to sell apples for a buck a pound.”

And this guy had that dark-eyed, brooding look working. Plenty of girls had probably flung themselves at him back in the day.

Griffin frowned down at me. God, the man was tall.

He chuckled so low and deep that I felt the vibrations through his chest.

“No you’re not.” “Really,” Kyle drawled. “Look who’s all territorial all of a sudden.”

“I love you, too, Griff. All two-hundred stubborn pounds of you.”