Jasper Vale (The Edens, #4)

by Devney Perry

Jasper was . . . mine. He wasn’t mine but he was mine. Sort of.

“The hotel is mine.” The aggressive way she spoke, the growl of that word mine. A twinge pinched my side. Almost . . . jealousy? Was I really jealous of a hotel? No. That would be ridiculous.

This desire for him was overwhelming. Startling. Every time we were together, I wanted more and more.

“This hotel . . .” “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “It’s a dream.” Jasper hummed. “I prefer a quaint little hotel in Quincy, Montana.” “Funny.” I looked up, finding his gaze waiting. I’d expected to see some teasing there, but he was dead serious, wasn’t he? He liked The Eloise better than this? I loved Jasper for that. I loved Jasper. Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love with my husband.

Did she see how perfect we were together? Did she realize that it didn’t matter if I wore a ring? If she had my last name? Eloise Eden was mine. And I was hers. Until the end.

Eloise Eden owned me. I loved that woman. I loved her in a way I hadn’t even known existed. A soul-deep, undying love.

“I love you.” Jasper’s eyes popped open. A myriad of emotions flew through those dark irises. Happiness. Hesitation. Regret. He wasn’t ready to say it back. If the only person he’d said I love you to had been Samantha, then I didn’t blame him for being scared. That was okay. I’d wait. For Jasper Vale, I’d wait until the end of my days.