From Nowhere (Wildfire, #2)

by Jewel E. Ann

“He looked at me like someone who can’t turn away from a fire, watching the flames. I’m hot.”

“If I weren’t riding off into the proverbial sunset on a bicycle, I’d kiss you. But my life is complicated, so I have to take it slow.”

I’m a goner. Single dads who say all the right things, pick the perfect number of wildflowers, and have the perfect hand brush before riding off into the sunset on a bicycle are officially my new favorite drug.

“Sometimes you just have to say fuck it and kiss the girl. We’ll figure the rest out later,”

“You’re fueling my fire,” she whispers. “Every text. Every word. Every glance. Every touch.” “Should I do something to extinguish you?” I smirk. Again, she watches for Lola. “You should burn with me.”

“I needed you so fucking long before I ever met you,” he whispers. “You showed up out of nowhere, the way I bet your plane cuts through the smoke to deliver relief. I have felt so much relief since I met you.”

“Maren,” he whispers, trailing light kisses from my lips to my ear, “there’s nothing more epic than falling in love with someone who loved my daughter first.”