Hopeless (Chestnut Springs, #5)

by Elsie Silver

One who starts pulling up a stool every Sunday through Tuesday to drink chamomile tea until midnight, so I don’t have to close by myself.

Beau: Willa doesn’t run my show. Cade: You must be new here. Willa runs everyone’s show.

“No chamomile tea. But you look like you could use a pick-me-up.” She slides a glass of Coca-Cola in front of me, not realizing that she’s the pick-me-up.

STOP.

“If we’re struggling, we’re still in motion, yeah? Heading somewhere better. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway.”

which features Luke grinning ear to ear after we threw watermelons out the window of my moving truck.

“Who. Did. This?” I bite out, my voice a low growl.

And THIS is how you become my favorite eaton boy

I did it because I don’t think I want the first time we kiss to be fake.

Because no one has ever taken care of Bailey Jansen before. But I think it’s about time she got used to it.

Bailey makes 2:11 better.

my heart 🥹

“Seriously?” The guy gives Willa an annoyed look. “She’s a Jan⁠—” “She’s an Eaton. But further to that, she’s a human. A woman. And you, my friend, are an asshole.”

She smelled like home.

“No, I’m scared of you becoming something I can’t live without.”