On the Rocks (Becker Brothers, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

To those who love whiskey and sunshine, long summer days and front porch sittin’, dips in the river and never taking life too seriously – this one’s for you.

my heart was trained to love whiskey long before it ever learned how to love a woman.

If this isn't the exact opening Noah Becker deserves, I don't know what is.

She laughed the way the wind blew — softly, and then all at once, without an ounce of shame for how that sound might permanently shift the atmosphere around it.

Everything was perfect, and if you asked any of my friends, they’d say I was the luckiest girl in Tennessee. So then why did it feel like I was drowning?

“Anyone can lead an ordinary life, child,” she’d said to me one lazy afternoon. “But the best adventures are reserved for the ones brave enough to be extraordinary.”

My smile fell, chest still heaving as my eyes slipped to his lips. I didn’t know why I looked at them. I didn’t know why I couldn’t look away.

Gah... that moment when they want to kiss but CAN'T. *stabs heart*

His hand was so large, hard and calloused, his wrist thick and forearms lined with muscles and veins. My hand disappeared inside his grasp, my dainty wrist sparkling with the tennis bracelet I wore. He was all down-home country, and I was refined country royalty. Still, I marveled at how well my hand fit in his.