Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)

by Juliette Cross

To say he rubbed me wrong was an understatement. The fact that he also rubbed me so ridiculously right was absolutely maddening. And the way he looked at me. Jesus, take the wheel. No. Jesus, look away.

How did the man make me feel sorry for him and want to punch his pretty face all in the span of one minute?