Bloom (Serenity Ranch, #1)

by E.J. Blaise

‘Bloom lest ye be plucked’ Ki Stephens

Unbeknownst to him, I am excellent at being ignored. Truly skilled at it, really, and even better at pretending it doesn’t bother me.

I am just a girl, after all, and he is, for lack of a better description, the kind of attractive that renders a girl stupid.

Careful, Caroline. Your attention deprivation is showing.

That that same mouth murmurs, “I got you, honey,” and that’s what breaks me. And God, do I break.

Every time he looks at her, something in his chest throbs.

“Be mad at me, Caroline,” he says—he begs. “I can handle it. I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizin’ for it. Just don’t be done. Please, don’t be done.”