The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Because the coffee doesn’t matter when I’m in your company.”

“Good. Because I want to make myself abundantly clear.” We’re so close. I can feel the entire length of his body covering mine. He teases me with the lightest brush of his lips against my ear as he drops his voice and holds me captive. “You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.”