Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

“Will you wait until I fall asleep, please? It won’t take long.” I’m still stunned she thinks I hate her, even though it’s probably drunk babble. “Sure, why?” “Because it’s easier to wake up and you’re not here than it is to watch you leave me.”

“Who knew you could be such a good girl.”

“I don’t think I have any red flags…” “Oh, my sweet summer child.” He laughs. “You’re a straight white man. That’s your red flag.”