Don't Forget Me Tomorrow (Time River, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

But love was like that a whole lot of the time, wasn’t it? Painful. Unfulfilled. Unrequited. That or you were terrified you were going to lose it once you had it.

“You deserve everything. Had once thought I’d be the one to give it to you.”

“Ryder.” I whispered his name in adoration. “Dakota.” He murmured mine in praise.

It wasn’t like his calls weren’t always met with animosity. I was all about keeping it consistent.