Peter Cabot Gets Lost (The Cabots, #2)

by Cat Sebastian

Peter stammered. Because of course he stammered. His brain and his body had an unerring ability to work in perfect synergy to fuck things up.

At this point, Peter was ready to assume that Caleb had any and all annoying habits.

Peter didn’t want to quarrel. A lack of affinity for quarreling was the one reason he was on passably good terms with his siblings. Honestly, he was good at getting along with people—he was awkward but nice and his address book was filled with the names of people who would say exactly that: Peter Cabot turns red at the drop of a hat and sometimes stutters but he picks up the tab and keeps secrets and can be trusted with anyone’s sister.

Cabot was the kind of person who apparently thought that things like “head west after the jughandle” were useful instructions, as if Caleb had any idea what a jughandle was or what he was supposed to do with one, let alone which direction west might be.