Red Dirt Heart 2 (Red Dirt, #2)

by N.R. Walker

I looked up at her. “He’s really impossible.” She chuckled and sat down in what was normally George’s chair. “They all are.” I sighed. “He’s so infuriating.” “And the worst part,” she added, “is that they’re normally right.” “That’s the worst part!” I cried.

We rocked back and forth, always kissing. And on the cold, cold ground by the flickering warmth of the fire, we made love. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, it was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without dyin’.