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

by Sarah Adams

I’ve come to terms with the fact that in a room full of J.Crews, I’ll always be a Target. I love Target. Let’s see J.Crew try to sell delicious soft pretzels in their store.

How is it even fair that grown men are allowed to still play video games, but if he walked in on me playing with my old Barbies, he would send me to therapy?

I can’t be wild anymore. I’m responsible for more than just me. If I go to jail, I have a four-year-old who will really miss his mama and, frankly, be startled to see how ugly she looks in orange.”

“Cooper. Hey,” I say in my totally-cool-I-have-cute-guys-calling-me-all-the-time tone.