Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

Lemons into lemonade, as Mom liked to say. In this case, they were murder lemons, but things had still worked out for the better.

If my golden years weren’t full of the best sex of my life, I didn’t want them.

“New rule,” Hunter interrupted. “Stop being a fucking asshole before I rip your tongue out.”

“When you look at me like that, I feel like I’m the only person here.” “You are,” I whispered. “When I look at you like that, you’re the only person who matters, Emma.”