Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)

by Devney Perry

I kissed her exactly the way she deserved to be kissed—with everything a man had.

“You were holding her when I woke up.” He shrugged. “I held her all night.” Oh. My. God. Now I was going to freaking cry again. Why couldn’t he have been this sweet from the start? How much time had we missed?

“By being . . . this guy. Who are you?” A wash of guilt clouded his handsome features. “Just a guy trying to deserve you.”