Bourbon & Proof (The Bourbon Boys, #3)

by Victoria Wilder

“Find something that’ll ground you, Atticus. If it’s those horses or a woman, I don’t care. But the only way I’ll stop hovering is if you can figure out a way to balance all of this without letting it consume you. You’ll only be able to do it if you have something more—something to care about.”

teased him often about being old, but the truth is, Ace Foxx is just like his bourbon: better with some age. And damn, do I drink him in every once in a while. If only I literally could.

“You are as much mine as the rest of my boys. Maybe not by blood, but by everything else that matters. Loving someone isn’t a weakness. You can be exactly the woman you are—strong, smart, sassy as all get-out, and still give in to it.”

“They might say to never fall for a Foxx, but nobody ever said what could happen if a Foxx fell for you. There isn’t a damn thing more real than the way you look at my grandson.”

“Did you never settle down with someone because—” she starts to ask, but I cut her off. “Because anybody else wasn’t you.”