Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

“But this is your home, Everett.” Brown eyes burn straight through me as he shakes his head. “No, this is where I live. Where I grew up. Where my family is. That’s all true.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “But you and your daughter are my home.” Dragging his hand down my neck, he grasps the necklace at the center of my throat. “You’re my compass, Wildflower. I’ll follow you forever, because that’s where I find home.”