Jasmine Randall hates Taylor McCarthy with every fibre of her being. He broke her heart when she was sixteen. For no specific reason at that. Now that high school is years past her, and she's graduated college and landed the job of her dreams, she's more than glad that she doesn't have to deal with
She can’t show up at my job and demand everyone think I’m the best even if she’d love to. I’d have to tackle her ass if I could catch her, but she can be scrappy. Dad never should have let her take those kickboxing classes. While she would spar with Dad, I’d sit up against the wall at the gym and re
“So, tell me how your week went,” Briar asks as she goes for a spring roll. “I’ve missed my nightly updates.” It’s true, because Briar has been going out at night, and I don’t think it’s clubbing or bar hopping. She’s up to something. “Speaking of, where have you been in the evenings?” “There are
It crushed me, and in the wake of my heart's destruction, I built a cold wall of ice between us. I didn’t want to be mean so instead I was indifferent toward him. Briar, on the other hand, got pissed at the McCartney brothers even though I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what happened. She blamed
“Everything okay?” Nelly asks as she takes a seat at the booth and grabs one of the untouched appetizers. I look back at Jasmine one more time and try to take a calming breath. Three guys? Who the fuck are these guys they are going to meet? A quick look at Mace tells me he’s thinking the same thing
“Excuse me, sir,” I laugh while lifting the kitten off my laptop. “Some of us have to work around here.” I kiss his little head before putting him down on the floor. We’ve only had the kittens a few days and I’m already attached. If I’m feeling this way, then Briar is full-blown in love, and I know
“Right.” Briar snorts as she finishes my hair. “I’m not buying it. They’re up to something.” “They might be as surprised as I am when I show up.” I pick up my toaster strudel and take a bite while debating what to do. “Do you think I should tell my boss I know them? He could put someone else on it.
“You’re here early,” Mace says to me, and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Okay, so I’m here early too.” “Unless that extra coffee in your hand is for me, you can go.” He smirks as he places it on my desk. “It’s for you.” He takes a sip of his own and then gives me another knowing smile. “Excited to se