Sunlight (Haven River Ranch, #2)

by Devney Perry

In a parking lot, wearing ratty sweats, I curtsied like I was greeting the queen of England.

“We should probably get to know each other.” “Probably.” “What’s your favorite flavor of pickle? Dill? Or bread and butter?” “Dill.”

“You’re carrying my Josephine. That’s not exactly freeloading.” My Josephine.

My Josephine. Two words and he made it real. He made it special. He made it so I wasn’t doing this alone.