Just Drop Out (Hannaford Prep, #1)

by J. Bree

The last thing I remember thinking is that he wears heartbreak so fucking well. And then my mind knows nothing.

“I can organize a cleanup crew if you want to kill him,” I whisper, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Harley smirks at me and straightens. “We can talk about how you have access to one of those later, Mounty.”