After the Storm (Cottonwood Cove, #5)

by Laura Pavlov

“What’s the saying? When life gives you lemons, make yourself a gin martini?”

“Ravens were always meant to fly. I’d never want to clip your wings.”

“I know about you,” she said, and she looked over at me with those big brown eyes and smiled. “What do you know about me?” I held the reins and continued walking in a circle, leading Sally along. “I know that you feel like you’re mine.”

“Those are birds, Daddy. Me and Presley are both ravens. We like to fly free on our horses. And you’re a raven because you want to stay right by us.” Three birds. Three fucking ravens. I studied the photo. “Why is the sky always gloomy? You do remember that sometimes it’s sunny outside, right?” “The sky is gray because our family is in a storm right now. Because we aren’t together.”