Crash & Carnage (Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club, #2)

by Emma Slate

I glared at him. “For the record, if I was going to rebel, I would’ve done it in my teens like a normal person. Furthermore, I never once thought of you and slumming it in the same thought. I want to go out with you because you make me laugh, and you kiss like a prisoner on death row.” He shot me a lopsided grin. “Fine, you don’t have to beg me, Doc. I’ll date you.” “Shut up, Boxer.”

I laughed. “I wouldn’t have known what to do with a guy like you back in high school.” “Darlin’,” he drawled. “You don’t know what to do with a man like me now.” No truer statement had been uttered between us.

“We’re all broken in some way. If you’re lucky, you might find someone whose broken pieces fit with yours.”