Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

I want to feel like I’m home and loved. I want to care about—and be cared for by—people who really know me. Who love me for who I am. I didn’t get that growing up.”

sometimes we hurt the people we love. Sometimes we fuck up. Sometimes we say shit we don’t mean and we do things we shouldn’t. But running from it? Avoiding it? I promise that it doesn’t help anything.”

Goddammit. Why did there have to only be one bed?

He caged me in against the doorframe. “Oh,” I rasped. He slid a finger under my chin, tilting my head back.

I found myself wishing our fake engagement wasn’t fake at all.