Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

The front door opened, and I turned, expecting to see Tina. But the man who stormed inside was definitely not my sister. He looked to be in more dire need of caffeine than I was. Hot would be a decent way to describe him. Hot as hell would be even more accurate. He was tall enough that I could wear my highest pair of heels and still have to tilt my head up to make out with him—my official categorization of male height. His hair was in the dirty blond range and was cut short on the sides and swept back on top, which suggested he had good taste and reasonable grooming skills. Both of those criteria landed high on my List of Reasons to be Attracted to a Man. The beard was a brand-new addition to the list. I’d never kissed a man with a beard and I had a sudden, irrational interest in experiencing that at some point. Then I got to his eyes. They were a cool blue-gray that made me think of gun metal and glaciers.