Saving the Rain (Crimson Ridge #4)

by Elliott Rose

“I’m sorry for being broken. I’m sorry for breaking us.” He eventually whispers. “Snowflake, you didn’t break us.” Drawing away, I keep hold of him, and let our gazes lock. “There’s nothing wrong with having cracks and broken pieces. But you gotta work on healing the scars still in here . . .” With one finger, I tap his temple. “And here . . .” I shift that same hand down to place my palm over his heart. “The parts of you that won’t let you move on.” “But I’m ready to move on.” His eyes squeeze shut. “Are you? If I asked you to go in that house and pack your bag right now, could you do that for me?” Kayce swallows hard, before opening his eyes, and the vibrant gaze I’m so used to seeing is dulled by that weight of inner torment. “No, I didn’t think so. That’s your answer right there.” There’s a war clearly raging inside him as he tries to form words. “I hate myself right now. How can you even stand to look at me?” A ragged noise escapes my throat, and I press our mouths together again. Taking his soft lips, I hope like hell this will imprint both my loyalty, and the connection we share, upon him. To be strong enough to withstand following paths that will take us on separate journeys for now. “You’re right here in my goddamn heart, baby.” I give in, dragging him against me so that I can tuck his head into the crook of my neck and brush my mouth against his ear. “This is where you are. No matter whether you piss me off, or leave me ready to toss you over my shoulder, or be s...