![]() Wilder at Last
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: “If I admit I have a crush, will you help me?” Hanna stands in front of me inside Wilder headquarters a few days after the first Bear trip, arms crossed over one of her ubiquitous baggy sweatshirts. That woman has more baggy sweatshirts than a Walmart. We’re the last two people left at headquarters tonight. I don’t know what she’s still doing here, but I’m finishing up some paperwork for Bear’s trip. Celebrities don’t have to do their own paperwork. “What are you talking about?” I ask. “If I admit I have a crush on Bear Warden, will you help me get the guy?” “I’m going to pinch myself right now, because if you’re asking me for help, I’m definitely dreaming.” “You’re not dreaming,” she informs me. “But if you want me to pinch you—” “Not necessary!” I say, jumping out of her reach. “But I would like you to say the humiliating part again. About how you have a terrible, mad, soul-wrenching crush—” “I didn’t say any of that.” “And only I, Easton Wilder, can help you win him over and live happily ever after.” “Fine,” she says. “I have a terrible, mad, soul-wrenching crush, and only you, Easton Panty-Melter Wilder, have the expertise in lurrrrrvvvving to help me find my way to bliss.” “That wasn’t quite as satisfying as I’d hoped,” I admit. In fact, the word bliss in conjunction with Bear makes me strangely itchy. “Seriously, Easton, help me.” “Help you what?” “Woo Bear. Get laid.” “That’s it? That’s your highest aspiration? From the way you were looking at him, I thought it was going to be more like a white wedding and four-point-five kids.” “Why are kids always measured in halves? It’s so awful to contemplate. Which half would you get?” “You’re deflecting.” “True,” she admits. “You want more than just to have sex with him.” She scrunches up her whole face—oddly cute—and then relaxes it. “Look,” she says, pointing a finger at me. “I think you know I’ve been on a few dates this year.” “Rumor had reached me, yes.” “And that means you probably know that they haven’t been a rip-roaring success.” In the interest of honesty, I say, “Um. Yeah.” “Not to get into the nitty-gritty details, but they basically break down into two categories. People who are secretly married, and people who are totally and completely unacceptable for coffee and a sticky bun, let along marriage and procreation.” “That sounds—unfun.” “So. Un. Fun.” “I’m sorry.” “Here’s the thing. I like Bear. I like him a lot. He’s…” She hesitates, and I’m a hundred percent sure I don’t want her to finish the sentence, although I’m not sure how I know. “…really hot.” Yeah, didn’t need that sentence finished. ![]()
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Sue G.
2/11/2023 10:40:23 am
I loved this book! Easton and Hannah were so fun. This whole series is wonderful!
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