Crazy (The Gibson Boys, #4)

by Adriana Locke

The tone she’s using nixes any ideas I may have had to scoot out from underneath this vehicle. It has that flair to it, that you’ve-done-and-gone-screwed-up-but-I’m-going-to-make-you-wallow-a-while thing that turns men’s blood to ice.

“You’re awfully judgy for someone who doesn’t even know me.” “I know all I want to know about you.”

“I know it’s bad manners to bring food from one establishment into another, but this sandwich is my breakfast, lunch, and probably dinner,” she says, “so I don’t care.”