Batter of Wits: An Enemies to Lovers Small Town Romance (Donner Bakery Book 5)

There it was again, the uneven chugging of my heart.

Not a heart attack.

Not a stroke.

It was quite possible, that for the first time, I was love-sick.

This is insane," she breathed, dropping her forehead onto my chest.

"No, it's not."

Grace lifted her head and pinned me in place. "Tucker, seventy-two hours ago, I hated you. You can't tell me this doesn't feel a little nuts."

I couldn't stop my smile. "You didn't hate me. Not really."

One eyebrow lifted. "Wanna bet?"

Extracting my hand from her neck, I covered hers and slid it up my chest until it was over the space where my heart was trying to thrash its way out of my body. Her throat worked on a swallow.

"Hate feels like a lot of things, Grace, but it isn't this. This might not make any sense to anyone else, but it does to you and me. And that's what matters." Her fingers curled into the material of my shirt, searching for an anchor, no matter how small it might be. "Do you want to know what I saw through that camera?"

I wanted to park myself in front of him and ask him everything about himself. I wanted to tell him my entire life story. I wanted to take his picture. I wanted to curl up next to him and see what his skin smelled like at the base of his throat. I wanted to hear his voice ring sweet and low in my ear as I drifted off to sleep. I wanted to lay my hand on top of his chest so I could memorize the beat of his heart.