Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

For anyone who has loved someone not because they are perfect but because you manage to find beauty in all their shades of gray.

Yeah. Tabitha, sister of my new tenant, is hot, looks like she thinks I might have bodies buried in my basement, and has a mean handshake. Strangely, I’m into it.

“Why did you lie?” “Because their hearts are already broken. I’ve decided to pace out the bad news I have to deliver to them like a tasting menu. Right now, they’re having a palate cleanser, thinking I might finally settle down.”

“Because I have to go to work.” “Right now?” “No. I just love to play dress-up in my free time.”

Yet here I am, heart pounding in my ears, lungs struggling for air, fucking hearts in my eyes as a woman who tolerates my presence glides down the aisle toward me.