Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

“I can always throw you out the window to speed things up,” I suggested cheerfully.

Oh, watching Dylan wasn’t a punishment by any stretch of the imagination. It was listening to her that made me want to hurl myself directly onto the tracks of a moving freight train.

You’re deplorable but undeniably hot.

She was, among other things, a rebellious, stubborn, foul-mouthed, sharp-witted troublemaker. A twenty-six-year-old Swiftie, she was sex on legs and as manageable as an F5 tornado.

Me. Catching feelings. For Rhyland Coltridge. Hell would become a ski resort first.

“You’re not a trophy wife, sweetheart. More like a punishment fiancée.” He smirked.

Wild but soft. Brave but lost. Imperfect but whole.

But being a single mother is the loneliest existence one can have. Between taking care of her, meeting her needs, working, tidying up, making food, and doing the dishes, I barely have time to think. It’s so exhausting that by the time my head hits the pillow, I’m too tired to dream. And I miss my dreams.

This woman was either going to be the death of me or the love of my life. No in-between about it.

“I’m breaking my heart for you,” he said without missing a beat.

You love her because she is your family. I lo—like her for all she is. You and I are not the same.”