World Between (Cascadia, #2)

by Sarah Lyons Fleming

“Ever heard of catching more flies with honey than vinegar?” I ask Tom. He casts a dark look over his shoulder. “Vann’s an asshole. Why would I be nice to an asshole? If I had enough vinegar, I’d drown him in it. No one would miss him.”

“Your mom sent my dad to do the dirty work because she knows you won’t argue with him,” I whisper to Jesse. “God help us,” he mutters. “They’ve joined forces.” “Check and mate,” Mitch says, and Craig laughs.

Tom curls his fingers beneath my chin, turning my face to his. The fact that he’s smiling instead of jumping through the glass himself is a miracle. His eyes are warm and hungry all at once, the crease in his cheek a deep crescent moon. “Hey, Red. Fair warning. I’m going to kiss you.”