The Pocket Pair (Love Stories in Sheet Cake, Texas, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

When you have a crush, sometimes every word feels like a tell-tale heart, beating out the truth. Displaying your secret. Loudly announcing to everyone I HAVE FEELINGS. I mean, sure—this is a little less morbid than the heart of a murdered person beating under the floorboards. But no less obvious.

Had this been the regency era, my bodice would be heaving. I’d pull out a fancy pocket fan and cool my flaming cheeks. As Chevy smiles, those impossibly adorable dimples popping, his lips brush my ear. Regency-me would be swooning.

If the Grahams weren’t such decent guys, I’d hate them all. Instead, I decided to adopt myself into their family. If you can’t beat them, better attach yourself to ‘em like a tick.