Unfortunately Yours (A Vine Mess, #2)

by Tessa Bailey

You can’t stand my ass, but if we kissed, you’d forget.” “To hate you?” She scoffed. “Not likely.”

“Battle of the sexes. The wager.” “Wager. Right.” If the men win, you agree to grow old with me.

“My father used to say that women ask questions they don’t really want answered, and it’s our job to figure out which ones are safe and which ones aren’t. And we will always be wrong.”

“I don’t acknowledge salads. I see nothing.”

Why did she have to realize she loved the big lug right before he was about to do something life threatening? It couldn’t have happened while he was cooking eggs or trying to reason with the cat?

Men who’d been hunkered over the bar stood up straighter now, as if commanded, trying to compete with August’s height and swagger. Dear God, the swagger. He walked in like everyone owed him a hundred bucks, but he was too lazy to collect.

So this is love. A painful motherfucker.