A Photo Finish (Gold Rush Ranch, #2)

by Elsie Silver

Life courses through her so vividly and almost tangibly—like I could reach out and touch it, bottle it up and drink it, or just keep it. Possess it, knowing I have the option to consume it whenever I want. Money can’t buy this brand of vitality. This is bone deep—soul deep. She shines like the sun, golden and bright. What a man like me wouldn’t give for that.

She deserves a man better than me. More honest than me. A hell of a lot more available than me. But the more time I spend around her, the less I care and the more I want.

You don’t look at me like I’m tragic. You look at me like we’re inevitable.”

He’s not searching or asking—he’s taking. And I’m giving.

“You love me?” My voice is high and uncertain. I sound like a child to my own ears. My chin wobbles. “Yeah.” His wobbles too as his eyes meet mine. “Then get your shit together and start loving me!”