Hot Knot Summer (Whispering Grove #2)

I ’m leaning against the back of Levi’s chair, watching him organize his meticulously labeled folder system for the third time this week.

The guy’s a certified genius with structural engineering, but sometimes I wonder if he’s got a touch of that obsessive-compulsive thing going on.

His amber eyes narrow in concentration as he aligns each tab to perfect precision, the overhead lights catching the sharp angles of his cheekbones and that always-perfect undercut he maintains.

“You know,” I say, flicking one of his perfectly aligned tabs, “I bet you color-code your underwear drawer, too.”