He’s the worst best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Walking around with Hayes Montrose is like walking around with an angry thundercloud hovering above your head.
He’s too big, too grumpy, and entirely too attractive.
So, what’s he doing with a frumpy wallflower like me?
I have no idea and he won’t tell me.
All I do know is that it started five days ago when I walked into the bar that he works at and he’s been glued to my side ever since.
I should be annoyed by his bossy attitude or sick of him always watching me, but the big guy is growing on me.
Until he tells me what happened the first night that we met.
Now I’m just wondering which of us is crazier.
And why being with him feels so right.
