More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Because though he’s not blood, Grandma and Grandpa adopted him, which technically makes him my uncle. But after their death, I’d become his guardian, which makes him my son.
The air between us charges with sparkles of electricity, making me even more grateful for the cold air.
What guy speaks like this?
wholesome version of alpha.
“How do you know I’m not already running?”
“You are . . . running toward me,”
breathe in strength and exhale fear.
“Have the day you deserve, ladies.”
Great polite insult.
