Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

like the cold too much to live below the Mason-Dixon line. I called you Sugar because you look sweet as candy.”

But as I get ready to brush him off as a loser, I realize that he and I are in the same dating situation. And just like that, I feel the prick of tears in my eyes. Blinking furiously, I vow to not let the depressing surroundings get to me. I’m here to have fun and meet people. It’s not like I really expected to meet Mr. Right at a speed dating event, on a Thursday night, in the party room of a bowling alley. I just want to get my feet wet, so to speak.

Ah, yes, nametags. Nothing says I’m a functioning adult like a piece of paper stuck to your tit with your name written on it.

“Yeah, I know enough about them," he says. “Isabelle didn’t tell me anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I do my research. And all I can say is Fuck Them. We’re your family now. What happens between you and Isabelle is between you and Isabelle. But you’ll always be a part of the Sleet family, son. Nothing will change that.”

“You showed up right when I needed you. My knight in a dark suit.