Into the Tide (Cottonwood Cove, #1)

by Laura Pavlov

I’d tattoo her ass on my arm if I didn’t think her brother would kill me.

Because she was my girl, wasn’t she? Maybe I couldn’t have her, but she was mine.

I didn’t know when it happened—when I’d fallen completely in love with this woman, but it had happened. I’d finally experienced what my father had always talked about. What my brothers and I had teased him about for years. It wasn’t that the hair on my arms stood on edge like what had happened to my father, or that I knew I would marry Lila James. It was a repeated clarity that I experienced day after day with this woman. My heart no longer belonged to me. It was hers. No one else would ever have it—that I was certain of.

#13. Tell Hugh Reynolds that I love him. Not a friendship kind of love. That I-can’t-live-without-you, people-write-poetry-about kind of love. The real deal.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, dropping to my knees in front of him. “I don’t think you’re supposed to get down on your knees.” He chuckled, and I scooched forward. “I go where you go,” I said, my words breaking on a sob.