In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

if you wanted, we could pretend this is the first time we’re meeting.” “And you’re inviting me to your house on an isolated stretch of farmland? Okay, serial killer.”

I ignore the thrum of discomfort that settles in my shoulders at that. It feels the same as when there’s too much noise around me,

“It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it, just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one, and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.”

“You had a dream.” “Found a new one,” he answers, smile kicking up the corners of his mouth. He leans back in his chair and tilts his face to the night sky, the stars beginning to wake. “And I got to keep the stars with me.”