Featherbed (Vino & Veritas, #1)

by Annabeth Albert

I loved her more than life itself, but we each needed our space.

I liked the atmosphere of the farm and the cozy feeling I got from hanging around him.

I could show him all my favorite places, and he’d observe in that intense way he had—like no detail escaped his notice.

They’re adorable, and you’ve never seen a thing as cute as ducklings turned loose on a rice farm.”

losing him for no good reason other than that I was scared. In a word, I was chicken.

I’d assumed what we had wouldn’t hold up. I was… Chicken.