Ranger (Reynolds Protective, #4)

by Rebecca Sharp

Listening to him was like watching Da Vinci paint the Mona Lisa or hearing Mozart compose a symphony, or being taught the law of gravity by Isaac Newton himself. I couldn’t help but stand in awe.

Achilles had his heel. Samson had his hair. Superman had kryptonite. And I… I had Sydney.

“You know everything, Ranger. Tonight, I want to know you.”

“There are no experts on loving, Ranger. Just people brave enough to try.”

“Having a life I can’t forget isn’t the same as having a life worth remembering. And the only life worth remembering, Sydney, is the one that has you in it. You’re my snow angel, the part of all of this worth savoring… you’re my magic.”