The Front Runner (Gold Rush Ranch, #3)

by Elsie Silver

Stefan Dalca is pretty much everyone’s least favorite person. He’s solidified himself as Enemy Number One to most people at this farm for the arrogant

Expensive suit, perfectly coiffed hair, absolutely in control always. So, these last twenty-four hours have been a surprise. My forehead wrinkles under the pressure of trying to reconcile the two different versions of this man. He’s a walking, talking contradiction,

This is when Mira runs. When things get too comfortable, too intimate, she bolts.

Nothing about this feels fake. Our bodies. Our minds. Our hearts. Absolutely everything about being with Mira feels like one of the most real things I’ve ever had in my life. And I won’t let her slip between my fingers now.

“You have beautiful hands. Almost as beautiful as your mind and heart. Sometimes I find myself staring at them while you work, so elegant and strong all at once. Hands that heal. Hands that save lives.” His voice drops. “Hands that belong in mine.”

“I would walk through fire for you any day. Over and over again.”