The Only One (Wrench Kings ,#3)

by Daisy Jane

I like the idea of Miller not having much else to do. I like it a lot.

Pink-tipped nose, cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen. He blinks and swallows, and I laugh a little.

She looks good in my coat, even though it’s too big and a little dirty. But my name is embroidered across her chest, and nothings looked better.

It could be a bomb, but as a guy who grew up never receiving any gifts–I’m willing to risk it for the excitement of unwrapping and opening something actually for me.

But having Delane here, coming home to her… I understand what home feels like, what it means.

“The only one for me is you.”