And speaking of that real job, I actually am really loving the more serious spy/action-y aspect of this series. I loved every second of it because I’m a girl who loves a story with two people that tend to have explosive arguments over stupid shit one second to heated, passionate make outs the next! I’m glad there wasn’t a huge falling out when she finds out what he was really doing there and what his real job is. The two instantly fall back into their old bantering and flirty ways and I just loved it. She is so in need of help and his latte art is so artistic that she can’t help but hire him. That involves Gunn learning to make lattes in less than 48 hours (lol the scene when Max calls basically the entire building up to make him practice crazy ass drinks is hilarious) and locking in a job at Posey’s cafe. Max, Gunnar’s boss, bestie, and head of ~The Company~, needs intel to help catch someone from his past. Because of dear ole daddy being a dick, a misunderstanding ensues and the two part ways mad for reasons they shouldn’t have been.įast forward to now. Posey’s father owned the bar so even if Gunnar worked his ass off and knew way more about tending bar than she did, he was never going to get the job. Having met 15 years prior tending bar, they spent a whole summer trying to beat one another out for the bar manager’s job. Or MAYBE it was because Gunnar and Posey were such stellar characters. Maybe it was because they talked about coffee drinks and pie so frequently and caffeine is my weakness. Something about this one REALLY hit my sweet spot even more than the last few, too. How does one author consistently write so many good books? By now there are so many within her universe of places/ made up sports teams/ characters that sometimes I forget that certain aspects just aren’t actually real (like what do you mean Katt phones aren’t readily available?!). And just as soon I figure out how to make a skinny peppermint latte with milk poured in the shape of a kitten. There’s nobody more skilled at stealth ops than me. I’d forgotten how much we infuriate each other, and that she somehow fills me with both irritation and desire in the same breath. But now I have to call her “boss,” and do everything the curvy perfectionist asks of me. Going undercover as Posy’s new barista wasn’t my idea. It’s my job to identify him before he can harm a hair on her pretty head. There’s a murderer on the loose in New York, and he seems to spend a lot of time at Posy’s shop. I’m the VP of a secretive billion-dollar security company. But all she gave me was a single kiss before I had to skip town. Posy was the pampered girl I tried to impress.
Growing up, I was the rough guy from the wrong neighborhood who couldn’t catch a break.
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