The Outpost (Jamison Valley, #4)

by Devney Perry

No man would ever hold me this well. I was made to be wrapped in these arms. A woman could tell a lot by the way a man holds her. She could tell if he had the strength to endure the rougher moments. If he had a mighty yet kind heart. If he could make her feel safe and cherished.

I wanted a man who would hold my hand, squeezing it every now and again so I knew I wasn’t alone as I waged my own war. I wanted a man who would push me to keep battling because he knew I’d eventually win.

Good people don’t just see the good in others, they see it in themselves too.

“We would never stop at just a kiss.” I smiled. “Would that be so bad?” “Woman, it would be fucking incredible.”

Sabrina thought yesterday was our good-bye. It wasn’t. I’d prove to her that she was more important than anything else. My job. My family. My mountains. I’d say good-bye to it all, just so I could say hello to her every morning for the rest of my life.