Love, Comment, Subscribe (Ponto Beach Reunion, #1)

by Cathy Yardley

But she always looked good, makeup or not, his beer-soaked brain provided, not necessarily helpfully. He shushed his errant thought. Not today, Satan.

“Trust me, we have never gotten together,” Tobin said with a grin. “She would probably literally kill me.” But what a way to go. He frowned at himself. No. He didn’t think that. Did he?

she didn’t feel too bad about that. Petty worked. Spite motivated her in more things than she cared to admit.

Tobin loved Hayden like a brother, but in that instance, he wanted to yeet him into the sun.