Back to Shore (Meade Lake, #1)

by T.D. Colbert

“Aw, Mila, there’s always been ‘us.’ And there always will be,”

“I’d like to sit with you at that pond you were at until we catch a fish,” he says. “But...that pond doesn’t have fish,” I say slowly as I start to catch his meaning. My cheeks flush, and my eyes drop to the ground. “Exactly.”

“I just want to be wherever you are.”