Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“Oh, yeah?” I can hear the excitement in my dad’s voice. “I’m so glad you’ve made friends with those sweet girls. It’s good for you to be out having fun like a girl your age should.” “'A girl my age?' Daddy, I turned 30 this summer.”

“Details, woman! Give me some fucking details!” Meghan is starting to sound annoyed with my lack of sharing.

I love everything about the process of making and consuming the beverage, but I do not love drinking it black. I use about a third of my mug space for flavored creamer. Probably doesn’t help with my weight struggles, but straight up bean juice just isn’t my thing.

Same girl same.

If today I could be any animal for the day, it would be a Banana Slug.

Steph: I’m going to go all Milton on this joint and burn it to the ground. I can’t believe I’m missing a Monday Drunk! That’s my favorite type of drunk.

But Sugar doesn’t seem to understand that I, Zachary Hunt, never back down from a challenge.

P.S. My friend Meghan heard my gasp when I read the definition, and now she’s crying she’s laughing so hard at my expense.

As a good bestie should

BubblegumBeforeBros, Izzy

“You’re Bad Boyfriend Bradley. You dated my friend Katelyn.”

“Save it,” I say, holding both hands up. “And don’t be such a tool. Your family might own that poor racehorse, but you sure as heck don’t. And you’re a mid-manager at a credit union. Which is a fine career, but don’t try to make it sound like you work on freaking Wall Street.” I feel like I’m on a roll, so I go with it. “Oh, and buying Viagra in bulk does not qualify as charity work.”

Get him girl!

Usually I find a casual look the most appealing, but there’s just something about a dangerous man fully tailored and polished.

Uhhh duh... Yummm