Page 134 of Love Me Fierce

Her mouth goes slack in surprise. “Yes, but, Everett, this is too much.”

I reach up to caress her face. “It is not too much. I like making you happy, Vivian. I like taking care of you. Will you let me do more of it?”

She places her hand on my heart and our eyes lock. “We’ll take care of each other.”

I caress the side of her face. “I love you.”

Her eyes soften. “I love you, Everett. I’ve wanted to say it all day.”

I roll up and lift her into my arms. “Hearing you say it is my new favorite thing.”

“I love you,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist, the clunky boot tapping my thigh.

“Does that mean I can call you mine?” I carry her up the stairs and down the hall to the bedroom.

“Yours,” she sighs. She cradles my face and kisses me, her lips soft and eager.

I lay her gently on the bed and close the door.

Wantto be there when Everett proposes to Vivian? Don’t miss this bonus scene!

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Love Me Brazen

Meg

“You weren’t kidding about this being a one-horse town,” Quinn says from the passenger seat. “Remind me again why you wanted to come back here, of all places?”

“Because it’s pretty, and it’s peaceful,” I say, though if I had known my new neighbor would be running his power tools at all hours of the day and night, I never would have bought the cute A-frame I moved into last fall.

Quinn’s expression softens. “Is it helping?”

“I don’t know.” I lower both windows to let in the warm summer breeze while turning out of the airport parking lot.

There’s another reason I wanted to move back to Finn River, but it’s too raw to talk about, even with Quinn.

“Well, tonight should move the needle,” Quinn says, slipping on her shades. “Maybe we’ll find you a cowboy to cozy up with, too.”

I shake my head. “Don’t you start with that.”

“Oh come on, what better way to celebrate your divorce beingfinal?” Her glossy pink lips curve into a cunning grin. “You know what they say. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

“I don’t have any horses that need saving.”

“Promise me you’ll at least think about it,” Quinn says as we stop at Finn River’s one and only traffic light.

I give her a noncommittal shrug. It’s easier than explaining the complicated reasons why I’m not in the market for a one-night stand, or any kind of action in the sex department. My vibrator and I have a wonderful relationship. She’s dependable, generous, and never guilt trips me for treating myself to a margarita and a hot bath instead. Then we have my heart, which is locked up tight. I loved David in the way I’ve always loved my people—big and with my whole heart. I’d given our marriage the best of myself, and it still wasn’t enough.

When I turn into my lakeside neighborhood, Quinn shifts in her seat, one eyebrow arching beneath her shades. “Okay, this is cute.”

“You think I’d bring you to some backwoods slum?”

She laughs. “If you’re happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

When I turn onto my street, and notice the truck parked in my neighbor’s driveway, I groan.

Quinn cocks her head. “What?”

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