Must Be Wright The Wrights Book 3 by Skye Jordan Genre: Contemporary Romance
The final book of The Wrights series by New York Times bestselling author Skye Jordan, is here! Gypsy Wright knows how to run a kick ass bar on Nashville’s infamous Broadway. She knows how to raise a son on her own and how to set her priorities. But when her longtime frenemy, country music’s golden boy, Wyatt Jackson, needs her help, Gypsy doesn’t know how to say no. She could never have expected how easily the man she’d kept at arm’s length for so long could slip under her skin or into her heart. Or how quickly he could tear apart the world she’s so carefully built. Wyatt and Gypsy have been sidestepping the heat between them for years. He admires the hell out of her dedication to her son and her success, so when he’s faced with the unexpected duty of raising his five-year-old niece, Gypsy is the first person he goes to for help. When sparks finally ignite, they burn hotter than either of them ever expected, and with the futures of two kids, two demanding careers, and two hearts on the line, those flames risk reducing everything that matters to ashes. Goodreads * Amazon
Wyatt felt the stress of the day on his shoulders like a heavy blanket, so he didn’t argue.
He slid his hands under Bell’s arms and pulled her toward him. Belle didn’t even stir. She melted
against him like a rag doll, head on his shoulder, arms hanging down.
“You and me both, Belle,” Gypsy said with a smile. “You and me both.”
Gypsy untied the apron and let it slide from Bell’s waist, then followed Wyatt through the
bar and into the parking lot. When he reached his truck, Wyatt realized his keys were in his
pocket, and he couldn’t get them while holding Belle.
“Hey, sugar.” He gave Gypsy the kind of smile that usually made women drop their
panties. “Can you get the keys from my pocket?”
She planted one hand at her hip and scowled. “Does that really work?”
“Every time.”
Gypsy sputtered a disgusted sound and crossed her arms.
“Actually, I’m serious. They’re in my right pocket. I can’t get them.”
“You are a royal pain in my ass, Jackson.” Gypsy stepped close and slid her hand into his
pocket.
Her soft floral scent drifted to him on the warmth of her body heat, and Wyatt was
instantly high. “Little lower,” he murmured, mere inches away from her ear. “Ah, yeah, that’s it.
Little to the left.”
She dragged his keys from his pocket and planted her fist in his side, pulling an umph
from him, followed by a laugh. She tapped the fob, and the door locks clicked. Pulling open the
door, she leaned in and looked in the back, before turning to him with a frown. “No car seat?”
“Car seat? She’s five.” He leaned into the truck, trying to figure out how to set her down
without waking her. “Her mother vanished without telling anyone. If her daughter’s feelings
didn’t come to mind, I doubt a car seat was very high on her list.”
Gypsy pulled on his arm. “You can’t put her in the front seat unless you disable the
passenger-side airbag. Airbags can kill kids.”
He gave her a blank stare. “Well, shit.”
Everything he didn’t know about children rushed at him, and the sliver of panic he’d
smothered by performing floated to the surface again. What in the hell was he going to do with a
five-year-old girl? He could barely keep track of himself. In fact, he had a hired village to take
care of him. How could anyone expect him to take care of a child?
Skye Jordan is a New York Times and USA bestselling author of sexy contemporary romance and edge-of-your-seat romantic suspense. A California native transplanted to the DC area. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys travel and medical volunteer work. She is a lifelong learner, always taking courses in everything from spy craft to knitting and loves spending her summer rowing on the Potomac. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
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