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

by Emma St. Clair

Yes, I hate birthdays and parties. And sometimes people. No, I don’t want to talk about it.

Me

But real boyfriends suck.

Whereas fictional ones never let me down. They come complete with a grand gesture and an HEA every dang time.

loved formulas in chemistry, the same way I love finding the right combination when developing flavor profiles. Words aren’t always my thing, but to put it in terms I understand, our kiss was like beer that’s been barrel-aged and complexly developed. Not something new. Not a first. It was like working for months or years refining a recipe, letting it age and develop to perfection.

“You ground me, and you help me fly.