The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Whatever you say,” he replies smoothly. “I just can’t fall in love with you, right?” I chuckle as I twist the doorknob to leave. “Oh, Stefan. I think you already are.”

And after everything I shared with her on Friday night, this feels like more. It feels like someone caring about us—something that hasn’t happened in a very long time.

<3

There’s something about a woman who wields her brain like a weapon and her tongue like a whip that makes me want to worship at her feet.

But I continue, filling the quiet with my reasoning. “I took all that money and bought this place, and then I took the rest and started a shelter downtown for victims of domestic violence. I fund it and am on the board.” I hold my hands up and look around myself.

Am i obsessed w/ him? Yep

“No.” The one word rings out between us as I hold her gaze, willing her to believe me. Willing her to see me as more than my past mistakes. “I promise.”

I couldn’t care less if she wants to sit at the opposite end of the table. I saw how she’s been looking at me all night. I’m pretty sure that where she wants to be sitting is on my cock.

:O

“The next person to make that woman cry will wish they hadn’t.”

“Just before she died, she told me my biological father used to be the bartender in Ruby Creek.”

Omg

What makes you think you won’t have to work for this?”