A Photo Finish (Gold Rush Ranch, #2)

by Elsie Silver

should tell her she’s so much more. The thing that got me out of bed most mornings. My bright spot. My sunshine.

The survivor’s guilt. Why him and not me? Why him and not me? If I had a penny for every time I’ve asked myself that exact question, I could probably end world hunger.

“Do it,” I whisper, taunting him. “Please,” I add, begging him. And this time he doesn’t deny me. “Fuck it,” he rasps right as his lips descend onto mine. Hard and fast, strong and relentless—just like him.

“What I was going to say is that this is perfect.”

I’m definitely in love with Violet Eaton.

She’s like sunshine on my face. Warm and bright. I feel like I’ve been living in the shade, in a dark corner, and rather than dragging me kicking and screaming out of it—like so many people have tried to—she’s just shifted over a little bit to share her light.”