That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky, #3)

by Meghan Quinn

Instead of grabbing her shoulder or her wrist to get her attention, I do the only thing that comes to mind: I tackle her. Right into the fresh powder.

“Were you naked while you stared at the ingredients?” “Of course.” She laughs, and I can’t resist adding, “Those meatballs might be a little jealous, having my balls to compare themselves to.”

I know I’m not the only guy here who’s watching her bend over. It makes me want to go around the restaurant with a can of wasp spray and blast any person who even glances in her direction right in the eye—teach them to never check out my girl.

But I want your approval first—let me know it’s good enough.” “My approval, huh? Well, I’m not going to take it easy on you. I’m going to tell it like it is. If this is crap, I’ll let you know.” I skewer an apple slice, then dip it and bring it to my mouth. “I don’t want you selling—” I take a bite. “Oh heavenly mother.” I chew. “Oh my God, what the hell is in this caramel? Crack?” I look him dead in the eyes. “Did you put crack in this?” Laughing, he shakes his head. “Lots of butter and the freshest blueberries.” I dip my apple and take another bite. “Seriously, this is so good.”

But I would rather have a loyal man than one I couldn’t trust, and the love he has for me, the love brimming in his eyes, makes every moment of heartache worth