Two for Interference (Snow Pirates, #1)

by Lasairiona E. McMaster

I can’t say I’ve ever had a guy text to ask me what another man is wearing. This is certainly new territory for me.

“You might want to tell your face that, Cleo, because your face says you might have a teenie little crush on the boy living in your phone.”

He’d have to make do with showing the girl in the phone little snippets of his soul.

“Wine doesn’t cut it. I need to stop the emotional hemorrhaging.” “Okay, drama llama. Tequila it is.”

“If we’re being honest, he’s more asking if he can eat you out than take you out, but he’d happily do both. Every day.”

That lopsided, panty-melting grin of his could light up the national grid.