Unforgettable (Cloverleigh Farms, #5)

by Melanie Harlow

You have to let go of who you were to become who you will be. CANDACE BUSHNELL

That’s what family does—they love us and they’re proud of who we are, not just what we do.”

Tyler seemed surprised. “Why would you want to change it? I fucking love the color of your hair. I always have.”

Tyler Shaw just did something to me.

Was it terrible that I sort of wished she’d suggested a blowjob instead of a kitten? She was so fucking cute.

Dudes sounding like a straight up douche—hope he has some significant character growth...

“Yeah. Want another bite?” Then she started to laugh. “I know how much you like local cherries.”

Tipping back my beer, I narrowed my eyes at her, then set the bottle down with a thunk. “What is that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged. “You liked mine, ...

“What?” April laughed even harder and sucked on the spoon. “Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I sat up straight and blinked at her. “Are you serious? You were a virgin that night?”

Aprils funny as fuck—girls got jokes. Just gave the man straight whiplash 😂😂

I only recalled two things with any clarity—the moment he reached over and touched my hair, and the way he said, “Come here.” A second later, his lips were on mine and I was in heaven.

“Me too. And I promise I’ll take you home in a minute. But first, come here.” I reached for her with one hand.

She rested her cheek on my chest and tossed an arm and a leg across me. “That’s what you said to me that night, you know.”

“What night?” “In your truck. On the detour. You said ‘come here’ right before you kissed me.”

“I don’t want to leave here tomorrow.” He pushed my hair back from my face. “I want to stay.”

The grin widened, and a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Thanks.”

There were sigggggnssssss

“You deserve it. Do you hear me? You deserve to be loved the way I’m going to love you.”

“I don’t know what the second act of my life is going to look like, but I know you’re the best part of it.”

“It’s not just about the ballfield. It’s not about strikeouts or home runs or the speed of a fastball. In the end, it’s about who’s there for you, and why. Through the highs and lows, the wins and the losses. It’s about the people who love and support you through anything because of who you are, not what you do. It’s about family.”

“Wherever you are is home to me. And I don’t want to leave home again.”

Apparently, taking it slow with Tyler Shaw was not a thing I could do. He just did something to me. Always had, always would.

“You know, I never imagined I could fall in love with anything the way I fell in love with baseball. But now . . . ” “Now?” I asked hopefully, my heart pounding. He pressed his lips to mine, and his kiss tasted like forever. “Now there’s you.”