Rustic Hearts (Poplar Falls, #1)

by Amber Kelly

I guess that’s just how it goes with true friendship. No matter how long you’re apart, you can pick back up the second you find your way back to each other. No anger. No resentment. No explanations or apologies needed.

I want to break that arm off his body and throw it in the fire.

“You’re in my bed tonight, Princess. Get rid of him.” Then, I dart off into the barn.

“Six weeks. That’s how long it took Dad to know that he wanted to marry Mom and to put this ring on her finger. It only took me four.”