Heartless (Chestnut Springs, #2)

by Elsie Silver

Willa is a smoke show. She’d make a priest crumble. And I’m no man of the cloth.

“You’re a good man, Cade Eaton. Quite possibly one of the best.”

“Cade,” her lips part on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.” “He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me. And I’m done asking nicely. I’m ready to take.”

And I realize in that moment maybe I am heartless after all, because the beautiful girl with the copper hair grinning back at me right now is the one who stole it.