" You sure about that?” I make a bold move, stealing her hand from her lap and linking our fingers on my knee. “Wild, bad boy musician corrupting their sweet granddaughter?” “You’re not that bad.” She squeezes my hand and flirts with me through her eyelashes. “And I’m not that sweet.” Oh, she’s sweet all right, and soon I’ll taste for myself. "

― Kennedy Ryan , My Soul to Keep (Soul, #1)