The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

I’m so tired that I feel like I’m drunk. The kind of tired that pushes you past exhaustion right into giddiness. I need to sleep, but I can’t.

I’m well aware I’m not a comforting person. I’m not a hold-your-hair-back-while-you-barf kind of friend. I didn’t get the nursing gene. But I do know how to make myself useful, and sometimes that’s an okay way to comfort a person, too.

I basically am coffee now. My blood is straight-up caffeinated, and I need it to make it through the rest of this day. Not only am I physically tired, but I’m emotionally exhausted.

But at least there’s coffee. Sweet, sweet bribe coffee.