Into the Tide (Cottonwood Cove, #1)

by Laura Pavlov

BE UNAPOLOGETICALLY YOU. Because you are enough.

referencing the nickname I’d always called Lila.

Tell me why right now.

I wouldn’t bring up the fact that my dick had also stiffened at the sight of her last night.

Help????

He whistled, knowing it would get under Travis’s skin.

and I’ll bet there’d be a lot of dudes in Cottonwood Cove buying homes if Lila was working there,” Brax said as he waggled his brows mischievously.

But at least I know this one is loyal as hell, and he’d never make that mistake.

Yeah ok

“I called you heifers. It’s the ultimate compliment you can pay a woman,”

“You do not need to explain yourself to us or to Mrs. Runither,”

“Hugh Reynolds. My God, have you seen the hands on that man? I’ll bet women tear at that long hair when they’re in the throes of passion with that sexy god.”

“Bear?” I called out, because I didn’t see anyone in the bar area. I’d called him that since we were kids. He’d called me Snow, and I’d called him Pooh Bear, but he’d insisted I drop the Pooh when we got older. I still laughed when I thought about the way he’d tried to gently ask me to just use Bear because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

My God, those were some giant hands.

Hello, hormones. What the hell was that about?

Oh, yeah. This man definitely gave a woman three orgasms in one night. No doubt about it.

I didn’t know when Lila James grew into the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, but she had.

The fucker. Stick to pouring cocktails, dickhead.

“How about tomorrow night?” What the fuck?

I tugged open the door, climbing in, and I reached for the seat belt and pulled it across her body.

before turning her attention back to Lila and petting her hair and smiling at her like she was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Trust me, I understood it. Gracie wasn’t the only one gaping at my best friend’s little sister.

“What’s a titty?” Gracie tipped her head back to look at Hugh, and Cage hissed something under his breath. “Ah, fabulous question. What is a titty, Georgia?” Hugh asked, with a wicked grin on his face. “Can we please not say titty around my daughter?” Cage grumped.

“Do I have a titty?” Gracie asked in the sweetest voice, still looking up at Hugh like he set the sun. Alana gasped. Her husband, Bradford, barked out a laugh,

“I’ve gots me a lot of bosses.” Gracie shrugged.

“Sorry about that. It’s a morning thing.” I smirked. It’s actually a Lila thing.

“I’d make it a cold one, Bear!”

And, oh my, is that her nipple?

“Anyway. Have you dipped into the erection pond? That’s code for have you taken the

pussy cat out for a ride and popped that cherry. You know what I mean, Lila James?”

“I still can’t believe you told Hugh you were going to put it on your bucket list,”

I fought back my urge to laugh at how quickly she rebounded from being upset.

asked if I could give the pig Botox because she thinks she’s looking too wrinkly. I cannot make this shit up.

He got veneers from Dr. Anderson, who isn’t even a dentist.

Um… I’m fairly certain Travis would kill him long before they could procreate.

her breath smelled like pickles and pina coladas,

you were going to get your head stuck in a toilet while Finn flushed rapidly and Cage held you still.

The woman was old enough to be my mother.

“Because the heart wants what the fucking heart wants,” I said, and the table erupted in laughter.

Ain’t that the million-dollar question.

and how much does it have to do with the hot little roommate you’re shacking up with?

I did it to be close to her and because I knew it annoyed her.

The dude was getting credit for my magic schlong.

I rolled my eyes. Of course, the fucker was helping her and hadn’t said a word.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you ass kisser.”

I’d intentionally not mentioned that Kline and Danielle had something going on now because I enjoyed seeing him get all worked up.

“Don’t run away from me, Hubert,” Dylan said, over a fit of laughter. “My name is not Hubert. Why do you insist on calling me that?”

You’re probably the only dude on the planet that I’d trust to sleep in a hotel room with my sister.” He barked out a laugh,

Clothed or naked. Well, preferably naked. Stooooop. I was doing it again.

“You owe me one. That dude is crazy.”

Glass freaking houses. Your name is Cage. It’s hardly common.

I wasn’t afraid of anything.

Men are such simply triggered creatures

“Please. This woman has seen more pussies than most of the men here in Cottonwood Cove.”

“Sloane and Rina may have been born under a log, but I was not.