The Off Limits Rule (It Happened in Nashville, #1)

by Sarah Adams

To the real hero of my books: Sugary cereal

Just the feel of the warm matte cover between my fingers helps me relax. Yes, this is good. I can bury my nose in the pages like I normally do and let the story carry me to a different place.

He’s all muscles and charisma, and right now, I’m 97% candy bars and MSG.

Lucy, however, is freaking gorgeous.

“Grabbing a water.” LIE. I’M GOING TO SEE YOUR SISTER.

“I resent the implication that I would ever go bug a woman.”

“You sound like my third grade teacher.” I notice Lucy’s smile fade a little, and she scrunches her nose, eyes dropping down to her lap because she thinks I’ve just insulted her.

“I had a major crush on her, though. You should have seen how many stars I got on my reading chart.”

Studies show that reading a book actually increases serotonin in your brain and reduces stress.”

Those two seconds of heart-in-my-throat free fall made me realize something: I don’t push myself enough. Somewhere along the line in my life, I stopped jumping. It’s time to start again.

Sort of like he either wants to pin me against the wall and kiss me into oblivion or help me do my taxes.

I don’t think everyone is meant to have careers that change the world. Sometimes you’ve just gotta pay the bills and then clock out so you can get to the life you love the most, which, for me, is being with Levi.

And apparently, when I get jealous, I turn into a caveman. Me get Lucy.