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

by Sarina Bowen

“What I’ve always wanted to do. Let’s face it, wifey. We didn’t end up wasted and half-naked together in a hotel room by accident.” “Yes, we did. That is exactly what happened. You can’t really be suggesting that we did that on purpose.” “It was drunk logic,” he says. “But that’s still logic. Everyone knows drunk logic comes from a place of deep-seated desire.”