Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

“Careful, that one’s got claws,” Cade offers right as Willa shoves a pointy elbow into his ribs. I grin. “That’s okay. I like having my back scratched.”

“Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I want to be messy with you forever.”

“Sometime. Somewhere.” I grin and quirk my head. “Anytime, anywhere?”

Home. My girls.

Like I’d lie naked in the dirt for this version of him.

“Eyes on me, Winter.”