Crazy (The Gibson Boys, #4)

by Adriana Locke

“I think every firecracker needs someone to light their fuse for them to really glow.”

My chest rises and falls as I think about her. She’s dangerous. I feel the fire every time I’m around her. It’s like I’ve drunk a fifth of whiskey. My insides are squeamish, my body heated, and all I want to do is enjoy myself. That’s what she feels like. A fifth of whiskey.