“Prettier than sunsets over the mountaintops, or dew on grass, or the lake my dad took us to when we were little.” Trent swallowed, and I stared at the stubble that decorated his jawline, embarrassed—and happier than I’d been my entire life. “If I could bottle it up like sunshine I would. Put it on my mantel and save it for a rainy day when I need it the most.”
