“Hey, babe,” he says with what just might be my favorite Flynn smile. It’s a signature smile of his where just one corner of his lips quirks up, but it always reaches his eyes in a way that makes the blue look bright like a clear, summer sky. “Hi, handsome.” I smile up at him. “Was this a coincidental pickup or intentional?” “I didn’t want you to have to deal with the rain.” He leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, and then he pops open the umbrella and leads me to the Range Rover with it safely hovering over me. My heart lurches. Talk
SORRY TY HE DEFINITELY OUTWEIGHS ALL THE WINSLOW MEN RIGHT NOW
