Reckless (Chestnut Springs, #4)

by Elsie Silver

Because the very last thing I need in my life is someone who makes me feel like there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs when I’ve only just caught my breath.

“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.”

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