Hidden Roots (Citrus Cove, #3)

by Clio Evans

What was it—national go to the hardware store day? Why the hell was everyone here?

Hunter turned around as I came through the doorway, giving me a smile that stopped me in my tracks. Hunter had dimples. Had I just never noticed before? Or had he just never smiled at me? “Morning, sparks,”

“Drop that nonsense right now,” Hunter quipped. “Emma is mine.”

“Love of my life, creature spawned from hell to torture me, woman who literally tased me the first time we met—either come inside and sit on the couch like a good girl, or leave.”