Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)

by Melanie Harlow

I was a kid in a candy store around Ellie Fournier.

“Anyway, what do you have against getting a solid ten inches tonight? Sounds like a good time to me.”

“It’s almost worse, knowing that kind of love exists, but worrying you’ll never find it. Like maybe if I hadn’t seen it in real life, I’d think it was only in fairy tales and I’d be willing to settle for less.” She shrugged. “But I’ve seen it. And that’s what I want.”

“You can’t blame me for that. I’ve got a former Cherry Princess naked in my bed at the Pineview Motel. Fucking pinch me.”

“Our history might not be perfect, but it goes back a long way.”

You probably arranged the blizzard too. Winked and smiled at Mother Nature, and she gave into you like every other girl does.”