Max Monroe

“His name is Remington Winslow,” Winnie answers for me, still perched on my shoulders. “He’s all growed up. Sixteen years old. He plays football and can drive, but he doesn’t drive that much because we live in the city. Though, I really think he should’ve driven today. My feet hurt.”

Morrison song fill my ears. “Into the Mystic.”

An heir has been born!”

And Izzy is my ride-or-die, stretching her little neck like she’s watched this movie before.

inside of the stadium, I about trip over my own feet when she says, “Almost all of the Mavericks have firm butts. Like, really firm butts. Is that what women like on men?”

“Uh…” I blink one thousand times. “I’m sorry, what?”

She looks up at me. “I said almost all of the Mavericks

“Lex, I heard what you said,” I cut her off before I have to hear the rest again. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re saying it.”

two favorite tropes of all time—friends-to-lovers and second chances, baby.”

Oh my goodness, you poor thing. You’re even too worked up for your binky

Australian in the Irwin family. “She’s a flighty bird, right? Gotta be extra careful with this one, mate.”

he fall of Maria’s hair as she looks down at her plate and picks up a mini quiche.

“Carlyle

Exactly. “He’s the home run we need.”

A few seconds later, Flynn smiles, holding up the phone with Jude’s response for me to see.

Jude: Say no more. I’ll be there in ten, ready to swallow some