Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

But me? I can’t take my eyes off his aunt.

I settle back in the seat of her truck and cross my arms before grumbling, “You’re not very likeable.”

“Yup. You’re a Florida Man if I ever saw one,” I mutter

“You’re consistent at least.” “Consistent how?” “Consistently mean.”

And truthfully, I don’t really want Tabitha to hate me. I wish she didn’t.

“I promise to love you completely and unconditionally, today and every day, and to stand at your side always, wherever life takes us together.” The last line is bittersweet on my tongue. Sweet because in so many ways, this could be us. Maybe in another lifetime, those things could be true.

Even just knowing she’s walking around with my ring on her finger makes me hard.

Need my man like this

“Oh yeah. He’s been coming to my classes, and he’s quiet, ya know? So I’ve tried to get him talking a bit, and he’s always all”—she puffs up and drops her voice in imitation of him—“My wife this, my wife that. Did you know my wife owns that restaurant?”

I’ve spent a lifetime thinking I don’t like talking. It turns out I just needed the right person to talk to.

Does love start off as obsession? Because that’s what I am. Obsessed with my wife.

The simplicity of our coats hanging beside each other gives me the most smitten thrill.

“Why are you looking at me like I terrify you? Can’t a woman enjoy watching her hot-ass husband jump rope in the morning?” “Because you do,” I tell her honestly.

“Hey, Tabitha?” Her hands don’t stop moving when I talk. “Yeah?” “I might be in love with you.”