Status Updates From Mountain Wild (Wild, #3)

“I wouldn’t be a good wife, Garret. Or mother.”

“Guess I don’t want a good wife. I want you, Magpie, the woman of my dreams."

His eyes were a shine of colorless glimmer, his hair a glow of white while his body was cast in shadow outlined by silvery moonlight.

Dear book, please don't end.

Something about armed men hiding their faces behind flour sacks led him to believe they didn’t have talking in mind. Garret had waited too long for answers and preferred an enemy he could see.

Staring at his open palm brought back the memory of the last time she’d taken the hand of another.

You old enough, Margaret Grace?

She could still feel Ira’s big, rough fingers closing over hers. She couldn’t have guessed where taking his hand would lead her.

Run, Maggie.

“I must have shocked you, waking you up the way I did.”

“You did.”

Her slow smile filled him with the urge to relearn the textures of her mouth.

“But I’ve had worse surprises. Like coons in the pantry, a skunk in my cabin—

Garret couldn’t fight his laughter.

“Don’t get mad,” he said, brushing his lips over her fingertips.“I’m just happy to hear kissing me ranked above skunks in your cabin.”

This book has been beautiful so far!