The Bluff (Love Stories in Sheet Cake, Texas, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

real boyfriends suck. See: Dale. Whereas fictional ones never let me down. They come complete with a grand gesture and an HEA every dang time.

“Sir, yes, sir. No think but groupthink. Got it, boss.”

Beer + cuddling with a Graham brother (or their dad!!!!) = best business idea EVER

Layers belong in dips or winter wardrobes, not in your boss.

“Worried we’ll be stuck in a room with one bed?” James jerks back like I’ve just pressed a cattle prod to his skin. “What?” I realize my mistake the instant he moves away. James Graham doesn’t read romance novels. He probably can’t even spell romance. For sure, the man doesn’t know why the only-one-bed thing is, well … a THING.

His exterior is like one big bluff. And I’m going to call him on it.