Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

This is easily the most pathetic I’ve ever felt—married and pining for my boss. Great, Cecily. You really are a whore.

“On the off-chance you stay until next spring, you’ll never have to think about him again.”

When the time comes where I can do this,”—his rough hand gently cups my chin and his throat bobs with a hard swallow—“without feeling every muscle in your jaw tense, I’ll kiss you until you’re unable to breathe. And a whole lot more, if you’ll let me.”