Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

“I think I like you because you are a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping type of beautiful.”

I’m worried about consent. The rest isn’t an issue.” His voice drops to a low growl. “You’d get there with me. I’d make sure of it.”

“I have sponsors. And agents. Doctors and trainers. Those are business relationships. You and I are a lot of things, but business partners is not one of them.” She licks her lips—licks her fucking lips—gaze bouncing between my eyes while her hands grip the edge of the mattress. “Why not? We could be.” This woman never backs down. It’s fucking infuriating, and I love that about her. “Because the things I dream about doing to you are horribly unprofessional.”

Theo: Is it because you’re going to wear tight pants you know will give me a boner? Winter: This job must be hard on you with your uncontrollable erections. Theo: The gym is fine. It’s living next to you that’s the issue.

“You do know you’re in love with that girl, don’t you?” I flop down beside her and sling an arm over her shoulder, ready to get lost in the very best medical drama while sitting beside one of my favorite women in the world. “Yeah, Mom. I know.”

“Stop being so mean to me. It gets me hard when you’re mouthy. Makes me think of all the fun ways I could put that mouth to work instead. And I don’t need a boner right now.”

Theo Dale Silva has wormed his way into my heart, and I never stood a chance at keeping him out.

“I just remembered that he called me the morning after you two first got together. And do you know what he said to me? I shake my head. It’s all I can manage. “He said, ‘Mom, I met her.’ And I said, ‘Who?’ ” Loretta’s lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. “He said, ‘The woman I’m going to marry one day.’ ”

Theo: That fucking dress should be illegal. Winter: Is that why you’re glaring at me from across the room? It’s a wedding. Act happy. Theo: I’m undressing you with my eyes. Winter: Cheesy. Theo: Fine. I’m trying to decide if I should rip those thin straps or even bother taking the dress off at all. Winter: Who told you that you’d be taking my dress off? Theo: You haven’t yet, but you will. Winter: Rude. Theo: Rude is me telling you that if you wanted a pearl necklace, I could have given you one. Winter: Extra rude. Theo: I’ll stop being rude when it stops making you turn that pretty pink color.