Act Your Age, Eve Brown (The Brown Sisters, #3)

by Talia Hibbert

The man was disgustingly, inescapably, thoroughly handsome, and as Gigi often said, A handsome man is a fearsome liability to everyone but himself.

Jacob set his jaw. He didn’t appreciate Spock comments. He’d received a lot of them over his lifetime, and he knew exactly what they were supposed to imply, and they made him want to throttle people before sitting them down for a long and detailed chat on why the world would be a much better place if they stopped congratulating themselves on being normal and started to accept that there were countless different normals, and Jacob’s kind was just as fine as everyone else’s.

It sounds like your dream broke, and you’ve been picking up shattered pieces and blaming yourself when your hands bleed.”

Now, wasn’t that possibility a bucket of ice water?

“It would be a terrible idea,” he went on steadily. “I’m too hard, at present, to remember why it would be a terrible idea, but I feel certain that it would.”

God, that was hot. That was so fucking hot she might die.

“Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me,” he ordered, “and I’ll learn this, too.”

If he allowed himself to smile when Eve was lovely—and she was often lovely—next thing he knew he’d be laughing with her, and talking to her properly—and surely the next step was dragging her up to his room and fucking her into the mattress.

“Because,” Tessa forged on firmly, “all friendships are better in threes, like the three musketeers or Totally Spies, so Alex and I need you, and also because you’re driving Jacob sideways up the wall and off his trolley—I salute you by the way—and also because I saw you at the supermarket three days ago wearing a T-shirt that said UNFUCK YOU, OR WHATEVER and I desperately need to know where it was from.” “Well,” Eve said, faintly stunned. “My. Goodness.”

“I don’t think you could be bad for me if you tried.”

“Understandable,” Jacob rasped, his tongue heavy in his mouth. “There’s a lot to see. Cracking view. Wouldn’t want to miss it.”