Shenanigans (Brooklyn, #6; Brooklyn Bruisers, #9)

by Sarina Bowen

“It still blows my mind a little,” she says. “Cornelius Drake III can cook. You even made eggplant taste good.” I put down my fork. “Charli, if you want me to stop making dirty jokes, you have to stop serving them up to me like that.”

“So did you, or didn’t you?” I let out a sigh. “Go fish, man. I’m a vault.” Anton cackles. “That means I win! You did obviously did it.”

“Do not ever refer to a hardworking athlete as a bitch. Or any woman. Especially not my wife.”

I’ve been an afterthought my whole life. Just once I’d like to be somebody’s first choice.

“That’s too bad, because I like the unconscious you. And the silly, drunk you who doesn’t hold back.” But I do hold back. I’m a champion holder backer. It’s my superpower, and it keeps me safe.

“You’re someone I could love, Charli! But you make it impossible by hiding yourself from me.”

Nothing in this divorce is really going to hurt me. I can take it, Charli. Especially if there’s a chance you’ll come back to me afterwards.”

“Our marriage actually gave me everything I wanted, because it brought you all the way into my life. That’s what I needed. And I’m so damn sorry I was too dumb to own that before.”