Owen sometimes puts his foot in his mouth, “not that you don’t look, uh. Fine like that. All I meant was, you don’t have to get dressed up. Jeans are okay.” Owen sometimes has to readjust his thoughts and himself, "adjusting his jeans to make sure his appearance was one hundred percent socially acceptable, he forced himself to think of cow manure and tractor sludge..." Cate is a blunt, feisty thing, “I’m sorry, have we met?” she asked, coming to a stop at the island. “I had almost three hours to kill and all I could think about was ***. Of course, I needed to bake something. Anyway, since you’re so intent on feeding me, I’m really just returning the favor.” I really liked this book, I think this is my favorite out of the series I loved Owen and Cate.
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