Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)

by Devney Perry

“I miss seeing you at the dining room table with that crease between your eyebrows as you type,” he said. “I miss watching you stand in front of the open fridge, letting all the cold air out because you can’t decide what you want to eat. I miss knowing you’ll be there when I get home. I miss you, Firecracker.”

“You’re making it worse.” “How?” “By being . . . this guy. Who are you?” A wash of guilt clouded his handsome features. “Just a guy trying to deserve you.”