A False Start (Gold Rush Ranch, #4)

by Elsie Silver

Seeing suffering up close still tugs at my heart strings.

I want to see the lines near his eyes crinkle when he smiles. That’s what my dreams are made of. Older, growly, protective men.

Some days, I ache for a man who sees more than the way I look on the outside. A man invested enough to peel back all the layers. But most of them stop the chase as soon as they peel back my clothes. Like that’s the final destination for them with a girl like me.