Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“That’s probably what you tell all the girls, Gervais.” “Nah, Sunny. You’re my only girl.”

Because I’ve been staring at Jasper Gervais since I was ten years old, and suddenly . . . he’s staring back.

Sloane is soothing. She’s the eye of the storm. True North. Somehow our compasses always bring us back to each other.

“Call your dog off, Eaton,” she mutters as she passes Rhett and enters the log ranch house. “Woof!”

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