Emily and Logan are back and naughtier than ever:
He shifts in his seat, adjusting his fly. I raise my eyebrows at him. "Something wrong?" I ask. I use my voice because I don't want to let his hand go.
"Aside from the fact that I'm horny as hell, no." He laughs as heat creeps up my face. "Let's talk about the snow or the froze river or I'll never be able to get up from here."
And what would the book be without Paul and his smarta** mouth, "Jesus Christ," he says. "Someone stole all your clothes and brought you home dressed like a effing douche." I'm really looking forward to Paul's story. And I'm glad Logan and Emily got their happy ending.
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