![]() ![]() “Is it time to go home? I’m planning an invasion of California with my Canadian missile.” Anything for you.” Blake’s beer sloshes violently against the side of his glass as he kisses her. She sets down the pool cue and leaps into his arms. “Did you really just throw the game for me?” Jess squeaks. “Whose side are you on?” Blake and I are supposed to be partners against the Cannings. But at the last second Blake casually reaches down and nudges the ball toward the corner. Jess finally shoots, and I can tell that she’s not going to pull it off. But he’s staring into his beer glass, lost in thought. I glance at Jamie to see if he also finds the two of them ridiculous. Blake and Jess love to argue with each other almost as much as they love each other. I watch the entire exchange in amused silence. ![]() ![]() ![]() “Oh, you’ve got something, all right,” she mutters under her breath. “Sure you can,” Jess argues, lining up the cue ball for a tricky combination shot. “You can’t just decide to be Canadian,” Blake Riley says, his beer glass clutched in one of his giant paws. Please respect the hard work of this author.Ĭover Photograph by Jane Ashley Converse. Copyright 2019 by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy. ![]()
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