Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

He’s not showy, he’s not the life of the party, but he knows how to make a person feel special, to feel loved and cared for.

Jasper: I don’t like talking to people. Sloane: You talk to me. Jasper: You’re not people. Sloane: Lmao. What am I then? Jasper: My person.

I’m a twenty-eight-year-old woman with a soul-consuming, one-sided childhood crush. It’s hilarious if I think about it.

Like for a man who knows loss so intimately, why would I ever set myself up to lose something so precious?

Does regret have a color?

“Son, I’m going to tell you something that I’d only say to a man as good as you.” He pauses, eyes scanning my face. “In this instance, you’re being too respectful.”