The Strawberry Patch Pancake House (Dream Harbor, #4)

by Laurie Gilmore

Not the time or the place for that. He tried to discreetly adjust his pants, but Iris caught him, a knowing smirk on her plush lips.

‘I’m in love with you, Iris,’ he said, in between kisses, like it was normal, like they said it to each other every day, like it didn’t suck the air from her lungs to hear it said out loud. ‘I know it’s fast, and I know it’s maybe not what you wanted. But I do. I love you. I love every damn thing about you.’

‘Maybe it’s trick-or-treaters!’ Olive said, hopping from foot to foot in front of him.

‘Liv, it’s July.’

And that smile was worth so much more than any five-star review. Archer was the best chef in his kid’s eyes and that was enough for him. That was everything.