Between a Fox and a Hard Place (Fox Family, #1)

by Mary Frame

If I had known you were a guest, I would never have compared you to”—her face scrunches in thought—“something both brawny and appetizing.”

Most people would rather die on hills of denial before admitting fault.

I didn’t know until this moment that I had been waiting for that genuine happiness, aimed in my direction. I could conquer entire worlds for that smile.

It doesn’t go away. The pain, the grief. It never goes away; it just changes shape.”

But grief is the price we pay for love. Given the choice between grief and nothing, I’d choose grief. Every time.

“Finley.” I duck my head to get closer. “You are my home. I love you.”