The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

The kind I was sure could turn a smart girl like me stupid.

“This cat risked life and limb to adopt you as her owner.”

“Being around unfamiliar people,” he continued, “makes me uncomfortable. Honestly, sometimes it’s exhausting. I can deal with it when I’m at work or out at a job site, but then I need space afterward.” His hand tightened on the steering wheel. “Not to sound like a jerk, but most of the time I’d rather be alone.”

Sometimes pleasure was like a gift—better to give than receive,

It was always hilarious to me when guys gossiped. Most of them couldn’t keep a secret for shit.