Beard Science (Winston Brothers, #3)

by Penny Reid

No one person should be allowed to be that pathologically intelligent and oppressively handsome.

I stared at her. Then my stare moved to her lips. “You’ve never been kissed?” “Nope. Well, not really. Timothy King tried to kiss me once, but I didn’t want him to. He got his mouth on my chin before I was able to push him off.” Note to self: maim Timothy King.

I decided nothing was better than babies. Except for maybe Cletus holding a baby.

And so did someone else, followed by a voice chiding, “We’re going to move that mistletoe, Cletus. That’s the twelfth person you’ve kissed tonight.”