On Thin Ice (The Seattle Omegas, #1)

by Calliope Stewart

She never wore any cosmetics when she was teaching, so I had taken to counting her freckles when she wasn’t paying attention. The last time I’d made it to two hundred before losing track.

It was clear that, if she wanted to, Brynn Peterson could run circles around me and I would be damned if I ever asked her to stop.

Nash’s pinky squeezed mine as he spoke. “I promise to keep you, the babies, and Dutch safe, always, and I promise to always strive to make you happy,” he said, his voice clear as he spoke.

You look like heaven, angelface, and I’m a sinner who’s just trying to gain entry,”