Christmas in Coconut Creek (Dirty Delta, #1)

by Karissa Kinword

“I like you, O,” he murmured. “I want to lock you up and keep you here so you can’t leave. So no one else can ever have you but me.”

“Home is subjective.” He waved my words out of the air. “A smell, a place, a feeling, a memory. A person.”

I wanted all the rest of my firsts to be hers—first homes, first children, first face I saw every day when I woke up.