Where We Go From Here (Phoenix Falls, #3)

by Sapphire Hale

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps, his eyes diverted and looking out at the expanse of the Pine Hills valley.

He looks angry. At himself. And it’s the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna talk to that piece over there and tell him to stay the hell away. But if for some reason he’s hankering for a bust-up and shows his damned face here again, I’m gonna give you my number and you’re gonna dial me straight away. Then I’ll sort him out, pronto.”

“Let me put this into words that you’ll understand. You set foot on my site again you’ll be leaving with a souvenir. You put your hands on the woman on my site again you won’t be leaving, period.”

Now the last thing that I want is for her to stay out of my way. I want her in my way. I need her close by, so that I can keep on looking out for her.

“If I bag it, it should be fine. And, you know, trying to avoid your ovulation period might be beneficial too.”

“It feels… very big. I’m too small for you.” He breathes a laugh. “I’ll get it in, trust me.”

“That’s how much money you have in your bank account?” I ask him. “That’s how much money I have in one of my bank accounts,” he clarifies quietly.