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.”

“Anytime the roads are bad, I can just, what? Give you a ring and you’ll come running to the rescue?” “Yeah. Sure. If you ever need help, you can give me a call.”

“Doing something nice. Try it on for size. If you hate it, you can be mean to me again and I’ll let you.”

Tequila is not my friend. But for this girl, I’ll make an exception.

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

His gaze bounces between my eyes, and god, I feel seen. My skin itches under the pressure of his gaze. No one ever looks at me this closely. This discerningly.

“Winter. I’d have properly fucked you in the back room of that gas station if you’d asked me.”

One night only. We never tell anyone. But I’ll probably beg you for another shot, eventually.—Theo Silva

I don’t want to be the one-night stand who’s used to scratch an itch. I want a woman like Winter Hamilton—beautiful, and smart, and sharp-tongued—to look at me and see a future.

Winter: I can’t remember a single hug. Marina: What? Winter: You never hugged me. Never consoled me. Marina: That’s what the nanny was for.

“I could fucking bury whoever made you believe you’re as unlovable as you seem to think.”

“Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to the mother of my child.”

“It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.” “I say lots of stupid stuff.”

And when I go to bed that night, the hinges on my door don’t squeak at all.

“Now get out of my way, Kip. I want to go home and be with my girls.”

“Dr. Hamilton in the streets, filthy slut in the sheets.”