Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell, #2)

by Juliette Cross

“Oh, my goodness, Isadora!” She clasped her hands at her breast, a dreamy glint in her sky-blue eyes. “It’s just like Willoughby and Marianne in Sense and Sensibility when he rescued her with her sprained ankle on the down.” “Willoughby didn’t hit Marianne with his car,” I protested. Violet chimed in. “Willoughby was also a total douchenozzle who dumped Marianne for a rich sugar momma.”

Her slender body pressed to mine felt like holding home in my arms.

We did move in different circles, lived in different worlds. But I wanted her in mine. Or maybe I’d give up mine to be in hers.

“So, Isadora, tell me all about yourself.” He folded his arms on the table, and I blinked. I hated statements like that. I mean, all about myself? That was a lot. If I summed it up, I’d sound so boring. So I went for a semi-shortened version.

This woman had no idea how hard I listened to her. How much I obsessed over every word that came out of her mouth.

Christopher came to my side, cupped my cheek, leaned over, and pressed a slow kiss to my lips. It was nice. Really nice. But it wasn’t Devraj. He pulled back, still holding my cheek. “Maybe that’ll get him moving.” He caressed my cheekbone with his thumb. “If it doesn’t work out, please give me a call.” Then he flashed one of those dimpled smiles and left.

I felt more for Christopher in this moment than I did for Devraj in the entire book.