Changing Lanes (Creekwood, #2)

by A. Marie

“You remind me of a dog I had once.” “Was his name Beckett too?” Meeting my stare head-on, she says, “No, he was just an asshole.”

“Distraction, huh?” I knew she was hiding something. I just need to figure out what. “And since you’re supposed to be the life of the party or something like that…” Something like that? Please. “Girl, I put the fun in dysfunction.” Her white teeth flash in the shitty lamplight above our heads swarmed by moths repeatedly throwing themselves against the opaque barrier keeping them from what they want, despite the high cost. “Perfect. I put the ass in disaster.”