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Back Cross My Heart Save as PDF
Chapters (54)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Epilogue
  51. Author’s Note
  52. Acknowledgements
  53. Keep Reading …
  54. About the Publisher

I’d laugh if he doesn’t adjust his touch in some magical way that feels just right, so right that I have to tug him down to me. He finds a rhythm that my body responds to without even trying. If this is the apology, I’m more than willing to accept. I’ll take further reparations, too. Actually, I’ll probably take whatever he has.

Various combinations of ‘Colt, please,’ tumble straight from my lips. Our eyes meet dead-on. I plead he’s read my mind, and I’m proven just right when he lays a kiss on my collarbone, and then at my sternum, and then lower, until I’m practically biting down to keep from howling hard enough to scare away every firefly in Eagle Rock. My fingers are lost in Colt’s hair, and my soul feels like it finally – finally – leaves my body when relief crashes over me, the sort of fireworks I’ve never, ever felt before. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths that only a good match can usually get out of me. Oh, May, just imagine what else this man has up his sleeve.

‘You’re so perfect,’ he mouths, lips moving against the side of my neck. ‘So perfect.’

Well. CJ Bradley definitely just apologized to me. And I’m eating up every crumb of it.

My hands creep down to the button of Colt’s jeans, and I press a kiss to his cheek. I whisper, ‘I accept your apology. I’m gonna thank you for it.’

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Reckoning

Colt

About an hour in the back of the truck, and one gas-station stop later, we casually wind up back at my house as if nothing at all had just happened. ‘HOME!’ May calls out upon our arrival, and then the screen door slams behind us, protesting noisily as always. So many familiar things, but so much change.

Wordless, save for a parting smile, we head in our separate directions. Once I’m all ready for bed, I head to climb under my covers, but my bedroom door creaks slightly ajar.

For the first time since the Velascos have temporarily moved in, May stands there, hair piled on top of her head, yawning hard, her pillow in her arms, and I don’t have to say anything. We run through the motions like we’ve been doing it for ever. She curls up beside me, her head to my chest, wearing shorts and a huge T-shirt with a map of the historic OKC Diamond Quad on it, and I drape my arm over her, her leg laid across mine. No pillow wall. No distance between us. She smells like roses and Busch Light Peach.