The Love Wager (Mr. Wrong Number, #2)

by Lynn Painter

Hallie: Well, good luck, Jack. Jack: Good luck to you, Tiny Bartender. Hallie: I’m not a bartender anymore, FYI. Jack: You’ll always be MY tiny bartender, but what happened? Did they fire you for getting railed by the best man at a wedding you worked?

Jack: So if I want to return that engagement ring … Hallie: You’ll have to bother someone else. Jack: Too bad. You’re quickly becoming my favorite person to bother.

“I took her to Barnes & Noble, so she’s in bookish heaven at the moment.”

You’re so obsessed with me it’s disgusting.

Jack: Atta girl.

Rejection feels like shit, even when it comes from someone who might not matter that much.”

“Hallie Piper,” he said, his voice low and husky as he looked at her, “from the second we enter the airport to depart until the moment we return home, I will be head-over-heels, worship-the-ground-you-walk-on, wildly obsessed and madly in love with you.”

“What do you remember?” “Every fucking thing.”

Kissing Hallie in the security line—that was something else entirely. That was like coming home.

I feel like I should warn you—your girlfriend gets a little handsy when she drinks wine.

Hallie followed Carolyn’s gaze to Jack, who was giving her that sarcastic little smirk she loved. “He’s actually being a brat—that’s what that look is.”

“Making you look at me like that is downright intoxicating.” “You enjoy making me weak?”