Tender with a Twist (Rainbow Cove, #2)

by Annabeth Albert

that’s the age we were getting to be now, somewhere between forty and death.

Not everyone in the carving community chose to hang around me, but I didn’t sweat it. I had no fucks to give small-minded fuckers who weren’t worth the chisel of hate they wielded.

He was everything I hadn’t let myself acknowledge missing, let alone needing, but I did. Tightly locked, hidden places inside my soul soaked in his attention, barren soil that had stopped even waiting for rain.

“You can’t catch lightning twice.” But I did. I thought hard as I walked slowly to the truck. No. Not lightning. Sunbeams. I’d held two suns between my hands, the first fiery and giant and awe-inspiring, almost too much to hold onto, the second bright and cheerful and warm, exactly what I’d needed in this dreary winter of my life.

spring always follows winter. New growth. New chances. And Logan had the potential to be my life’s spring, if only I’d let him.