Buckled (Trails of Sin, #2)

by Pam Godwin

“I fucked up, and I’ve come to terms with that. I accept the mistakes, the secrets, the guilt, the wrong turns, and the dark back roads. I accept everything that’s happened that led us here, and ninety years from now, I’ll remember you standing in the rain, begging me to come home. And I’ll never regret that I did.”

Cold drops, sultry air, and the distant rumble of thunder—there’s something celestial about kissing this man in the rain. It’s a frenzied moment that refuses to wait. An outpour of love desperate for connection, uncaring about soaked clothes or chilled skin. It’s a rebellion against threatening winds and depressing conditions. Nature brings the rain, but we stand against it, united in mutual need.

Then he kisses me with hail and lightning. Crashing in with a persuasive tongue. Lighting me up with dominant strokes. Owning me with the thunder of his heart.

But our path is set, fated and indelible.

Lying beside her is my favorite place, and for the rest of my life and into the next, she’s all mine.

It bubbles out of me in a burst of laughter. It circulates through the unbreakable bond of the four people around me. It glimmers in the golden eyes of the man at my side. Love. The most powerful healing force in the universe.