Falling Embers (Tattered & Torn, #2)

by Catherine Cowles

“Because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

She sighed as if I were an idiot, and the truth was plain as day.

“Bury a body in the desert?” He chuckled. “It would depend on who it was.” “Cold. I wouldn’t even ask who if you called me for my shovel.” “I guess you’re the better friend.” “And don’t you forget it.”

Never feel more alive than when I’m with you. You’re like a fire that lives inside me. Even when I thought it was all burned out, there were still embers that lived in my bones. They’ll always be there, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”