Brim Over Boot (The Darling Brothers, #2)

by Emmy Sanders

Noah all but falls over me, taking me down to the mattress and pressing his body over mine. There’s nothing remotely sexual about it. It’s…possession. Like covering your favorite toy so no one can take it away from you.

“That I’m the villain in this story. Not him.”

How???

“Against all goddamn sense and reason, you made me fall brim over boot, Noah King. And now I don’t know which way is up unless it’s with you.”

😳

“Thank you so much, Noah,” Henrietta says, handing over my usual basket of goat milk products as I stand on the Brookes’ front porch. “Quite the heat this summer, don’tcha think?”

Are you kidding me? !? You skip over another night full of plans?!?

snatching up the ring. I slip it on my finger, the design a near-perfect match for the rope Noah wears on his skin. “You have me, King. This is just a formality.”

😟😣😖😫😩🥺😭