Tease (Cloverleigh Farms, #8)

by Melanie Harlow

She was familiar to me, and yet she was a revelation.

“My problem is that I love this woman you’re talking about like she’s a fucking piece of meat. And I can’t think of anything better than having her to myself for the rest of my life. The thought of being with someone else is absurd. The thought of her being with someone else makes me want to put my fist through the wall. The thought of losing her because I’m a fucking idiot is unacceptable.”

“I love you, Felicity. I’ve always loved you. And if you’ll let me, I will love you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” he said as he began to move. “And I don’t care what the odds are. I’d bet on us every time.”