Tragic (Lark Cove, #3)

by Devney Perry

Is it a bear? I didn’t want to get eaten by a bear on my first real day in Montana. Slowly, I turned and followed her gaze, my feet ready to bolt at the sight of a grizzly. But it wasn’t an animal that had caused her to freeze. It was a man.

*gasp*

For three years, I’d avoided all physical contact because I never wanted to forget the last person I’d held in my arms. I didn’t want to forget how her little body had rested against my chest. How her weight had felt in my arms.

Now sir, ouch

I’d bought those eggs thinking I’d swap out my morning cereal for something with protein. But it turns out, I hadn’t miraculously learned how to cook eggs,

“This turned out so . . .” I trailed off, without words to describe the masterpiece. “It’s yours.” My hands froze. “What?” “I was going to wait until your house was done, but I decided to give it to you now. This is for your dining room.” “But what about the person you were making it for?” He shrugged. “It was always for you.”

Kaine captured your heart more slowly, like a moss that took months to claim the bark of a forest tree.

“I loved him for a long time, and even though he hurt me, I still want the best for him.” “You’re a better person than I am. I kind of want him to get a receding hairline and beer belly.”

He risked my groceries’ well-being on a regular basis because he didn’t want to take two trips.