So That Happened (Donovan Family, #1)

by Katie Bailey

Seriously? I was, like, five minutes late. Seven, tops. Fine. Ten. But no more than eleven.

You can’t judge someone for being rude during a bout of the stomach flu, can you?

Life isn’t like the movies—full of meet-cutes and random romances and serendipity.

“When they arrest you, I hope you have a lovely time in jail. I hear the food’s great.” Ooh, that was a good one. Mental high-five!

Only insane people repeat things over and over expecting a different result.

The thought warms my heart. Or it would, if I was allowing myself to feel these things. Which I’m not.

I love the way she says “Mr. Donovan” like that. Like it’s our secret that she knows what I look like eating leftovers in my sweatpants. Knows how my breathing sounds when I sleep.

Liam’s eyes darken, his pupils dilating into depths of that deep, rich brown. “I can’t stop thinking about you in that shirt.” My stomach clenches. “I can’t stop thinking about you in general,” I whisper back.