Highest Point (The Hastings, #3)

by Kels Stone

She’s the sun, and I’m caught in her orbit, powerless to pull away.

Because if it’s Clementine who undoes me, maybe I don’t care what it costs. Maybe I don’t want the control back. Maybe I’d give it all to her. Gladly.

Maybe I don’t have to wait. Maybe I get to want things—messy, dangerous, beautiful things—before I’ve deemed myself worthy of earning them.

“Clementine, you are the home I spent my entire life searching for on peaks.”

I don’t need the death-defying climbs, the solo risks. I need you. It’s you. Not the mountain. You.”