Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

If today I could be any animal for the day, it would be a Banana Slug. It’s a real thing. I looked it up. That’s what I did between meetings - I looked up lists of the world’s ugliest, slowest, worst animals, to try to define today. And it’s not even noon yet.

But am I the type of guy a nice girl would want to spend her life with? Do I know how to love a girl the way she deserves? Fuck knows I didn’t learn how to do any of that at home. Then I met Sugar. Sweet, innocent, little vixen. Her looks alone were enough to knock me on my ass.

“You went younger last time. I see you’re trying your hand at older tonight. But you’re wrong to keep trying. You don’t need to keep searching for your perfect man.” There’s no hint of teasing in his voice or his eyes. I keep my tone just as serious. “I know.”