Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

“Did. He. Hurt. You?” His gravelly, harsh tone has my mouth gaping and butterflies erupting. Bossy looks so, so good on this man.

“I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m not in love with you.”

“Have you met her? She’s scary as fuck right now.” “She’s five feet tall!” Carter jabs his shoulder. “Five foot one.”

“I’m not talking to myself, you fucking turkeys.” I stuff my sweatpants and hoodie inside my carry-on bag. “I’m talking to you two donkeys.”