Juniper Hill (The Edens, #2)

by Devney Perry

No matter how many times I saw him, he stole my breath away.

In the past month, I’d spent twelve nights on this couch, watching as the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on carried my son. Twelve nights, and my crush on Knox Eden was as strong as the coffee I made each morning in my new maker.

“I cook for you because it’s how I show someone I care. I cook for you because I love the look on your face after that first bite. I cook for you because I’d rather cook for you than anyone else.”

I trusted Knox. With my body. With my heart.

He was going to make me fall in love with him, wasn’t he?

“You are . . . you are a dream,” he breathed. “I gave up on those.”

“Why? What is wrong with today being a best day?” “Because today was normal.” He threw up a hand. “Just a normal, good day. You worked. I worked. We came home. That’s it.” “But it was a best because of you.” “Memphis.” He pressed a hand to his heart. “You honor me.” “It’s just the truth.” He strode toward me, taking my face in his hands. “Then here’s another truth. I’m going to take them. I’m going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can’t keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you’ll need a hundred to capture them all.” “Promise?” I whispered. “I swear it.”

There was no going backward now. Not after last night. She’d given me her best days. I’d give her mine. Both of them.

I’m not the kind of man who gives up what’s good. And we’re good.

Fuck breakfast, I didn’t need a damn thing more than this woman.

I adored him. More and more each day.

“Let me make this clear. You are mine. Drake is mine. For all of your todays and each of your tomorrows. Mine. Do you not want me?” “Of course I want you.” “Then fucking kiss me.”

Griffin muttered, pulling out a stool. “My boy’s a morning kid.” “Not mine.” Knox pulled out the stool beside his brother. “Mine’s a night owl.”