The Rain King: A Dark Gang Romance (A Murder of Crows Book 1)

“Wait, your last name is West?”

“Yeah,” I say. “So?”

“No way,” he says with an easy laugh.

“What?” I insist, halfway embarrassed and halfway irritated that I’m not in on the joke.

“Lennox North,” he says, pointing to his chest. “Just think, if we got married, we could be the North-Wests.”

What about you?”

“Rae.”

“Like Billy Ray Cyrus?” he asks. “Ray Charles? Ray of Sunshine?”

“With an E,” I correct.

“You look like a ray of sunshine to me,” he says, and I’m startled to see him checking me out from the corner of his eye.