Only and Forever (Bergman Brothers, #7)

by Chloe Liese

Something about holding a baby makes me feel better about everything. The sweet smell of their hair, the promise of who they are just beginning, who they’ll become, bottled up in this tiny body. Babies remind me that good things grow from humble beginnings; that before we run, we crawl, then teeter, then walk.

“One day,” I tell him, as I clasp his fingers and remove them from my face, “I’m going to write a thriller about a woman who snaps when one more person tells her to smile.”