Two Wrongs Make a Right (The Wilmot Sisters #1)

by Chloe Liese

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Quite all right,” Jamie says, wiping his forehead clean. “I should have expected it. Seems like your signature greeting.” I whip around. “As signature as your terse condescension.” “Oh boy.” Jules laughs nervously. “Be nice, you two. It was a little misunderstanding. That carrot was meant for me, not you, West. Bea’s sorry.” Jamie and I stare at each other. How did I nearly plaster my mouth to his in a closet? That moment seems lifetimes away. He stands, mouth tight, eyes narrowed, everything so exact in his appearance that I want to tug his shirt until it wrinkles, ruffle his immaculate hair, and knock his glasses sideways on that perfect fucking nose.