Fireworks (True North, #6)

by Sarina Bowen

And there it is—the reason he doesn’t care. Law enforcement needs to see opioid addiction as a disease, not a moral failing. But some of these guys just can’t view it that way. They think users just deserve what they get. I can’t make him care. So I try another tack.

It’s obvious that Skye has no clue what to say. “How about I bring dessert? Do you like tiramisu?” “I love tiramisu!” my mother gasps. But what she really means is, How many grandchildren will you give me?

“Okay, when I think dirty thoughts about you, I really mean that they’re raw. Unfiltered. And when I use that word in bed I mean…unguarded. Whatever crazy thing I want is just for the two of us. It’s not bad, it’s just not fit for anyone else’s eyes. Just yours.” “I like that definition,” I whisper. But what I really mean is I really like you.