Tempt (Cloverleigh Farms, #9)

by Melanie Harlow

“Are you nuts? It’s after nine. That’s my bedtime.”

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him. I’d had the opposite experience, but then again, I’d never liked talking about my feelings. My parents got tired of paying for me to sit in silence for an hour.

“No, but you can still feel guilty about something that wasn’t your fault.” I was an expert at that. I had been since I was seven years old.

Then I’d gone home and lain awake for hours, recalling again how Mason had asked Andi if I was a good person. And I thought about her response too. I thought so at the time.

“I don’t want to be a good man tonight. I just want to be the one in your bed.”

“I guess sometimes you just have to believe everything happens for a reason, and trust the people you love to protect and guide you—even if they seem to be guiding you to a whole new life.”

“Okay, so I have one more thing to ask you. You love this woman. And by the way, that’s not the question, because I already know you do. You love this woman. So how could you possibly trust that someone else would take care of her like you would, or keep her as safe?” “I couldn’t,” I said, looking up at him again. “No one would ever take care of her like I could. The thought makes me sick.” Jackson’s arms went out. “So what the fuck are you still doing in my kitchen?”

“You’re my north, south, east, and west, Millie Rose. You ground me, you guide me, you inspire me. And I’m madly in love with you.”