Digging Up Love (Taste of Love, #1)

by Chandra Blumberg

she wasn’t immune to the purr of a diesel engine and the allure of an extended cab.

Alisha’s knees almost gave way. Up until this moment, she would’ve put weak knees right up there with Bigfoot in the realm of myth. But the man’s electric gray-green eyes short-circuited her nerve endings and left her legs wobbly as Bambi’s.

Okay, so his fantasyland was Isla Nublar, sans a power outage—

They’d tumbled into the stream and been swept away together, and for once she wondered if it would be so wrong to let go of the reservations weighing her down and just float.

Turned out he was fluent in GIF, which pretty much cemented his spot in her heart—if she had a spot in her heart for a man. Which she didn’t.

“If I admit I’m doing the dishes just to hang out with you, will you let me stay?”

Our future isn’t written in stone, but I want to be with you, Quentin. Even with all the uncertainty and the messiness and the what-ifs, I choose you.”