This is book 4 in a series. Make sure you check out Mint & Wally, Kevlar, and Mayhem first.
Harlow
Simp. Simpette?
Whatever you want to call it. Pathetic. That’s what I am.
He hates my guts and makes that abundantly clear. Maybe that’s what is doing it for me? My family will never let it happen, so I just need to get over this. I really try—even by dating someone else. But no one else is him.
It doesn’t help that he just shows up. Everywhere. Even when I really need him not to.
Carbon
Obsession.
It is kind of my M. O., but it has never been quite like this. Which must mean something, right?
Two years. Two years of keeping her at arm’s length by being a complete a-hole. Two years of treating her like I hate her just to hide the fact that I am obsessively in love with Harlow Lilian Hoss.
Well, I am fed-up. I am done. I am done letting anyone hold me back from getting close to the only woman that matters. I am going to tell her so, too. But then she goes and does something really stinking stupid, and it is all my fault.
There is only one thing left to do. I collect her, our cat, and I refuse to let her out of my sight.
Turns out, there really is something to that whole forced proximity and
one bed thing.
