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. ROY KENT, “TED LASSO”

“Daddy,” a small voice whispered. I lay completely still and kept my eyes closed. My alarm was set for six and hadn’t gone off yet, but my daughters had been up for at least twenty minutes. I’d heard them talking through the thin wall separating my bedroom from the one they shared in my crappy apartment. Now they were playing their favorite game, which was to stand next to me while I slept and talk shit about me.