Ignite (Cloverleigh Farms, #6)

by Melanie Harlow

You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been struck by fucking lightning. Don’t you dare settle for fine.

Now they were playing their favorite game, which was to stand next to me while I slept and talk shit about me.

She was quiet a moment. “When Mommy first told me you were a Navy SEAL, I pictured you in a dark blue seal costume.”

This is so funny and cute. I love the girls already

“It’s fine,” I told myself. “It’s fine that my new next door neighbor is a hot firefighter and single dad with muscles for days and dark, broody eyes. It’s fine, because I am the boss of my feelings.”

“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.

“That’s how I want to be loved—big and crazy. Because that’s how I love.”

If plain old me wasn’t enough for him, there was nothing I could do about it.

Never let fear get in the way of being the kind of man you want to be. When you look back, what will matter most?

“I said things to push you away because I was scared,” I confessed. “You ignited a fire in me I couldn’t put out.

I laughed. “Let’s call it even.” “Deal.” Leaning close, he whispered in my ear. “As long as I can call you mine.”