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336 pages, Paperback
First published September 4, 2018

“Hello there, Miss Priss,” he greeted softly, his eyes taking in her cap-sleeved, knee-length, sky-blue dress with the high neck and slightly flared skirt. “You’re looking very pretty and proper this evening, and you know what that does to my blood pressure.”
“You’re engaged?” he asked, thankfully letting her weird little fiction about Daisy and Mason’s possible future children slide.
“Well, not yet. But soon.”
“Yeah?” His face was like granite and revealed not a single emotion. Not even pain. That was some feat, considering how protectively he was hunched over his arm. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“I haven’t really met him yet,” she said, feeling increasingly self-conscious.
“Me? Ask her creepy boyfriend, Ichabod Crane. He’s the one who came slithering over and embarrassed her in front of half the town.”
“Icha—wait, do you mean Grantley Marsh?” Daff asked Sam with wide eyes.
“Gregory,” Lia corrected automatically.”

Truthfully, he hadn't given her much thought at all since their torrid encounter at Daisy and Mason's wedding. It would definitely be fair to say he'd almost forgotten about her entirely.
Predictably, she blushed, and Sam refrained from rolling his eyes. He didn't want her to be predictable. Predictability was tiresome, and he needed Lia to be interesting, exciting. He needed her to surprise him and keep him on his toes.
”You don’t need a man to take care of you. You’re quite capable of being the captain of your own fate.”
”You don’t need an excuse, Lia. All you have to do is tell him no. And if he doesn’t listen, knee him in the groin.”
I was your rebound guy, now let me be your final fling guy. Let me be the last wild thing you do before you settle down.”.

