Beard in Hiding (Winston Brothers, #4.5)

by Penny Reid

God. I know vengeance is Yours, but if You could smite Kipling Sylvester and make it excruciatingly painful, I’d be very much obliged.

I wonder if I can DoorDash a Long Island iced tea?

I needed to stand up. One cannot simply sit still while one is overwhelmed by reciprocated feelings.

I say no, and he doesn’t listen. I say no, and I’m not believed. It makes me want to learn karate or some other martial art so I can kick butt, and I hate it. I don’t want to have to know how to kick butt. I want people to listen to me, to my words, I want them to mean something. Why can’t a woman’s words count for more than a man’s violence?”