Challenge (Harris Brothers, #1)

by Amy Daws

Tequila Sunrise: 1 part Grenadine 3 parts Tequila 6 parts Orange Juice Do not mix. She told us to go home and make them when our shifts ended, and to remember that there is still sunshine above the chaos.

I’m drowning in deep, dark, delirious destiny. I’m in a place I never want to leave. A place I never want to say goodbye to. A place I never want to let go. Just sinking further and further into a world I’ve never known.

Then, just when I think things can’t get any worse—when I’m certain I can’t possibly feel anything more—he lies down beside me, pulls me into his arms, and softly whispers into my ear, “Thou art mine.”

“Indie, I hurt you because I was angry. But you hurt me because you don’t care enough. One is certainly worse than the other.”