I Stop Somewhere Waiting for You (Queen City Book 1)

by Amanda Jones

I swear to Christ, public bathrooms should come with a warning label.

Trust me, you’re dodging a bullet. I’m a walking red flag.”

“Oh, but baby, red’s my favorite color.”

But you wanna know what really hooked me? When she straight-up turned my ass down.

Nicky may be a drug dealer, but he’s a drug dealer with morals.

She would be born on Halloween, fucking mystical temptress that she is.

“What is so goddamn attractive about being able to say you rode Duke dick? You boys got a benefit package? Rewards program? Three rides and you get a free T-shirt?!” “No, but solid suggestions, Daph.” JP claps her on the shoulder. “I’ll be sharing them at the next Duke dick community meeting.”

“140 IQ and you’re still a fucking idiot.” “143, bitch.”

I stand rooted in place, afraid to move—afraid to breathe—for fear that once I break the moment, God will never grant my undeserving soul another as perfect as this.

“It’s a handshake, Jeeves. Not a marriage proposal.”

I stare at him, my face feigning a serious expression. “I squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube.” “Like a fucking serial killer. I remember.”