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

by Claire Kingsley

“I knew you liked penguins.” I pointed to the pair. His sheepish grin and little shrug sent a pleasant tingling through my stomach. “Busted. They are my favorite animal.” “Why?” He picked up the two penguins. “They mate for life. Some species do, at least. They pick a partner and stick with them, year after year.”

“Their ability to find their mate in a sea of other penguins is rather heartwarming,” I said. “As is their dedication to protecting their egg together.” “Yeah, exactly. It sounds cheesy, but I’ve always wanted to find my penguin.”

“Can we discuss the important issue, here?” Everly asked, looking at me. “What’s happening with Corban?” “Very good question.” Nora raised her eyebrows and folded her hands. “This sounds juicy.” Jensen rested his arm on the table and leaned forward. “Who’s Corban?” “The guy she’s been hate-fucking,” Nora said. His mouth hooked in a grin. “I’m proud of you, darling. I love a good hate-fuck.”

The poster board in his hands read I love you, Hazel, in large handwritten letters. In the corner, he’d drawn two penguins facing each other, their heads bowed, beaks touching, the shape of their bodies forming a heart. And one of the penguins wore a race number, just like me.