Flirting With Forever (Dirty Martini Running Club, #4)

by Claire Kingsley

A suit was like lingerie for men, as far as I was concerned.

Which made the grumpy one a single dad.

Sophie: Oh yes. Backing up the car with his arm over your seat? The best.

Who the fuck was Ryan and what had the little punk done to my baby girl?

His protective streak was so hot.

I was Nora Lakes. Men didn’t scare me. Except I might have found one who did.

“Shepherd Calloway.”