Taming the Heart (Crimson Ridge #3)

by Elliott Rose

“You’re in my bed, baby.” “I don’t think that’s my place.” “It is.” His eyes flash. “Shouldn’t we consult those marriage vows?” I sound incredibly breathy for a woman who strode away from that vehicle, confident that I’d close my cabin door and lock away our secret. One that was to be kept between the two of us, the mountain sunset, and the tailgate of Beau’s truck. Bringing one hand up to cup my jaw, Beau slowly thumbs the fabric of my dress with the other sitting on my waist. He studies my features with a slight furrow to his brow. “The vows that don’t mean shit? The piece of paper I’ve done nothing but punish myself by sticking to, while the other party in that arrangement did whatever the fuck they wanted?” All I can breathe and think is him as those warm palms hold me close, and everything in his energy crackles with an intensity, a damn forceful insistence that feels like he won’t allow me to leave his side. I’m not sure that I want to, either. He shakes his head. “Sage… I’ve been nothing but faithful all this time, and now that I’ve met you? None of that even goddamn matters anymore.” “But—” This is leading us firmly into territory that I don’t know how to navigate, or wade through. “There’s been no one in my bed. Not for years.” Beau’s eyes go so damn soft when they gaze down at me. If there was a true weakness I might have for this man, that expression right there is enough to have me forgetting everything I know about myself and our circumstances, and what it mig...