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

by Emma St. Clair

My attraction to her is a reflex, one I plan to eradicate. So far, it’s like trying to stop myself from sneezing. Any day now, the things I dislike about her will sour the attraction. Any. Day. Now. Today would be preferable. Right this second would be perfect.

My tone of voice could use a little work, but since I basically have two tones—angry and not angry but still sounding slightly angry—I’d give this an eight-point-five out of ten.

James is harder to read than a technical manual on building car engines written entirely in a foreign language.