Hopeless (Chestnut Springs, #5)

by Elsie Silver

I promised her I wouldn’t make any more scenes at her bar. But I’m about to break that promise. Because gawking at her while watching porn is bad enough. But laying a single fucking finger on her without her consent? That’s a death wish.

“Remove your fucking hand. Or I’ll do it for you.” Beau’s voice is lower than usual, quieter. More menacing.

She looks very engaged wearing that rock, and it has the caveman inside of me beating his proverbial chest.

“I’m done pretending to be head over heels in love with you because I’m legitimately head over heels in love with you. And acting like I’m not tears me up.”