That Fine Line (Pride and Pranks, #1)

by Cindy Steel

there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

I took a deep breath. I had been toeing the line between us long enough. It was time to cross it.

“Red, when I saw the mountain lion ready to pounce on you, I…” He shook his head, as his words trailed off. “Just don’t go anywhere else by yourself. Or at least without a gun.” “That could have happened to anybody.” He nodded slowly. “I know. But you’re not just anybody. Not to me. And I’m discovering… that I kind of like having you around.”

There were so many things I wanted to say with this kiss. So many things that were difficult for me to say any other way. I kissed him for saving my life. I kissed him for making me laugh, for putting me in my place, and for teasing me. I kissed him for making me feel special. And for this date. This glorious and magical and most confusing date that I wished could go on forever. But mostly, I kissed him for me, because I was starting to wonder if Stitch really was right about that fine line between love and hate.

that’s the thing about love stories—sometimes it takes a wrong turn to go in the right direction. Sometimes home is exactly where you left it.