From Nowhere (Wildfire, #2)

by Jewel E. Ann

“You’re a beautiful mess.” What. The. Hell? Why did I say that? It just came out of nowhere.

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

“And I picked six for you because six is the smallest perfect number. The next perfect number is twenty-eight, but I stuck to a more manageable number and ethical harvesting.”

“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,”

Brynn used to say that people will exceed your expectations if you let them know what you expect. If you set failure as an expectation, they can fail miserably, or they can be smashing successes if you set the bar high.

“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.”