In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

The woman has made a damn mess of me.

SEASONS CHANGE AND SO DO WE

Trying to be happy is like—it’s like telling a flower to bloom.”

“I’ll stay. I think I’m finding some happy out here.” She looks at her hands with a grin, the dirt caked over her knuckles. Her eyes find mine and her smile tips wider. “Out here in the weeds.”

“No. I’m—” Tired. Losing hope. Uncomfortable that a woman in Cincinnati called me her cat daddy garden himbo in the comments section of a video meant for exactly one woman. I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t sound good. “Fine.”