Teach Me (There's Something About Marysburg, #1)

by Olivia Dade

He let his expression revert to his normal—as his ex-wife used to call it—Resting Proctologist Face. Why proctologists, he didn’t know. But as over four decades of candid photos could confirm, his default expression did not tend toward jollity, no matter what he was actually feeling. In class field trip photos, he’d been the sternest, most worried-looking second-grader in school history.

Bea grinned, her blue eyes bright. “Don’t let the lean frame fool you. He can pound the Ho Hos like nobody’s—” Okay, enough about pounding Ho Hos.

Handsome? Obviously, Bea had chosen a truly transformative tie.