If This Is Love

by Jewel E. Ann

Milo isn’t Ruthie, but I feel like I did with her when I'm with him. I feel loved. I feel like I fit in this world. I fit with him.

MILO’S WOMEN

Blech 🤮

“I’m marrying Jolene because I’m loyal to her family, and they’ve done a lot for me. I’ll never be able to repay them unless—” “Unless you marry Jolene?” “Something like that.”

So he’s just a servant

Pressing my hands to his cheeks, I lean back to look at him. “Tell me. How did you manage this?” He lifts his shirt partway up his torso. “What happened?” I grimace at the bandaged area just below his ribs. “Officially, I had a run-in with the barbed wire fence this morning after a bull got loose. Unofficially, I took a knife to myself so that I needed stitches, which meant I wouldn’t make it to the law school graduation in time because the drive was too long.” My fingertips trace the bandage. “Jesus, Milo …” My stomach twists. “You hurt yourself just to be here for me?” “It’s just a few stitches.” My gaze lifts to his, and a new round of tears fill my eyes. He knows it’s not “just a few stitches.” That’s why he averts his gaze for a moment. Is he ashamed? Or is he just as desperate as I am?

What an utter bastard i hate this guy pure shit he is