Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I almost launch into a spiel about the Charger, telling her why it’s my favorite of all my vehicles, but then she looks back up at me over her shoulder and asks, “So, you gonna give me a ride, or what?” Suddenly, I don’t remember a single fact about cars. A heartbeat later, she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god! I didn’t…” Her eyes widen even further. I can only manage a choked sound, because I want to laugh at her expression- but the idea of giving her a ride is now seared into my brain. “I’m so sorry!” her palm muffles her words, but I still understand them. “No need to apologize,” I press my hand to her back and lead her around to the passenger side. I clear my throat wanting to curse my luck. It’s like the universe knew my type exactly, and dropped her in my lap, about 20 years too young, just to drive me mad. And nothing against skinny women -I’m really not picky, and I’m well aware that the personality makes or breaks someone’s attractiveness - but big girls have always been my thing. Maddie just happens to be both curvy and tiny. Something I didn’t know I wanted until now. Reaching down, I open the door for her.