Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

I know who I am, but sometimes, I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

The more I love myself, the more I feel a warm, invisible hug wrap around my body.

Thatcher. Thatcher. Thatcher. His name is a heartbeat in my head.

“Jane,” he says, deeper and deeper. He is making love to all four letters of my name.

To our dad, she says, “Yours, never. You trick me, Richard, and I will roast your heart on an open fire.” His grin only grows. “My heart is yours to do with as you please.” “Stab it.” She picks up a steak knife. “Roast it. Eat it.”

I love them