Falling for My Enemy (Dirty Martini Running Club, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

“Corban, I apologize for bothering you, but I need help and I didn’t know who else to call.”

I tucked her hair behind her ear.

He backed out of the parking spot and I had the fleeting thought that it was inexplicably sexy the way he put his arm over the back of my seat and looked behind us as he drove in reverse.

“Shepherd Calloway.”

Corban raised an eyebrow. “Erwin isn’t fat, Nora. He’s just very fluffy.”