Ignite (Cloverleigh Farms, #6)

by Melanie Harlow

But they were still breathing, which meant I’d successfully kept two humans alive for one more day. I called that a victory.

“Mom’s not fucking here,” replied Hallie. “Hey!” I gave my older daughter a sharp stare. “No cursing.” “But you do it all the time.” “That’s because I’m a grouchy old man, and I earned the right.”

“I bet he’s one of those guys with a hard shell and a soft center,” I rhapsodized to my cat. “Someone who acts tough but has a big heart beneath his armor. A beast just waiting for his beauty!”

“No, I rewatch Friends for comfort like everyone else who isn’t ninety.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unable to find another napkin anywhere. “That’s a dollar-fifty, Daddy.” “A dollar-fifty!” I turned around and looked at them in the back seat. “You said yesterday the F word was only a buck.” Hallie smiled sweetly. “Prices go up on Sunday.” “Because of Jesus,” added Luna.

i love these kids phaha