Red Dirt Heart 3 (Red Dirt Heart #3)

by N.R. Walker

“I owe you something big.” “Big as in eight inches?” he asked. “Or big as in a pizza oven or a week in Kakadu?”

It was true that not much grew in the desert, but the grapevine fucking thrived.

I guess it took my mother turning up to show me that family is what sticks by you, not what walks away.

“Thanks. It’s comforting to know you’ll massacre people just for me. It’s kinda sweet.”

“I’ll stay here today, but just so you know,” he whispered gruffly, “tonight you’re adding to those bruises. Either over your desk again or by your thumbs digging into my hips when I skull-fuck you.”

I wasn’t alone. But there’s a mile-wide difference between bein’ alone and bein’ lonely.

My home is here. With you. You keep saying I want to go home, well, I am home. Now. Here. With you.”