Hook, Line, and Sinker (Bellinger Sisters, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

God, he liked her.

He liked talking to her. Loved it, actually,

“You’re … my Hannah,

I kiss the ground she walks on.

“I’m not your Hannah.” A possessive light came on in his eyes,

He wanted her, needed her, but was still choosing to send her away? Goddamn him.

Freckles. I only want to be touched by you.”

This girl, this one-in-a-billion angel of a girl, loved him. He loved her back in a wild, desperate, uncontrollable way.