Their Colorado Promise: A Western Historical Romance Book

by Ava Winters

“I don’t want to be grateful,” he said, and then made himself finish. “I want you to stay. Not because you have to. Not because a judge could order it or a fence could promise it. Because I want to live a life with you in it. Because that near-kiss on the porch feels like a promise I mean to keep with the rest of me. Because when I hold that baby, I don’t see a burden that belonged to someone else. I see my daughter. And because every morning I find I’ve made a place in my head for your voice, whether you speak or not.”

He kissed back with the same plainness he’d used for the words—no flourish, all promise. When they parted, the world hadn’t changed its color. It had come into focus the way a field does when a cloud moves on.