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I found Sloane Walton, librarian extraordinaire,
Nolan put his hand on the wall behind me and leaned in like a high school quarterback with the perky head cheerleader.
His lips quirked. “Nope. ’Bout time someone else gets pissed at him besides me. Just don’t let it fuck with the wedding or that’ll upset Naomi. And no one upsets Naomi besides me.”
The swear jar was a gallon-sized pickle jar that lived on the kitchen counter. It was always overflowing with dollar bills thanks to Knox’s colorful vocabulary.
Where Knox was more likely to punch you in the face if you pissed him off, Lucian was the type to methodically and creatively destroy your life.
Every time I spun, my gaze was drawn to Nash and company standing on the edge of the crowd, legs braced, arms crossed. Together they formed a wall of unfairly hot masculinity. It should have gone against the laws of nature to allow so many perfect specimens of alpha male to occupy the same territory.
Without thinking, I traced my fingers over his pecs where a dusting of light hair tickled me. God, I loved chest hair.
I bumped his shoulder with mine. “You’re gonna be a great husband and dad. A grumpy one with a foul vocabulary, but a great one.”
My knee went week
Wrong Should be weak
“All My Ex’s Live in Texas.”
Although this is the title, the apostrophe is still wrong. It's a simple plural so not needed.
“This is Clark, by the way. He’s my sponsor,” Dad said, making the introductions. Surprised, I offered my hand. “Good to meet you, Bill.”
Some confusion over the names
