Chapters (77)
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- Cade
- 11
- Willa
- 12
- Cade
- 13
- Willa
- 14
- Cade
- 15
- Willa
- 16
- Cade
- 17
- Willa
- 18
- Cade
- 19
- Willa
- 20
- Cade
- 21
- Willa
- 22
- Cade
- 23
- Willa
- 24
- Cade
- 25
- Willa
- 26
- Willa
- 27
- Cade
- 28
- Willa
- 29
- Willa
- 30
- Cade
- 31
- Willa
- 32
- Cade
- 33
- Willa
- 34
- Cade
- 35
- Willa
- 36
- Cade
- Epilogue
- Willa
- Powerless Sneak Peek
- Prologue & Chapter One
- Prologue - Sloane
- Chapter One -Jasper
- Don’t miss Flawless
- Rhett and Summer’s story is now an Amazon #1 Bestseller!
- Books by Elsie Silver
- Acknowledgments
- The Elsie Silver Saloon
- About the Author
A sob that could pass as a laugh bursts from my lips as I blink furiously, desperate to not fall apart right here in front of them. “I love it, Luke. The whole sidewalk is just beautiful.” I hug him again, sucking in air through my nose and trying to compose myself.
“Good. I’m so happy you’re back! If you didn’t come back today, Dad said he was going to drive into the city and get you.” I almost chuckle. That’s such a Cade thing to say.
After one last hug, Luke bounds up the stairs to the front door. But just like he’s done once before, he stops and looks back at Cade and me with a pleased smile on his face and says, “See, Dad? I told you not to be sad. I told you she’d come back. Our wishes came true! She loves us too much to leave.”
The screen door slams and he’s gone.
And I’m crying, hands covering my face. I’m overwhelmed. Relieved. And, okay, possibly hormonal.
“Hey, hey.” Within seconds Cade is reaching for me, gathering me into his strong arms and holding me tight against his chest. “Baby, don’t cry. You don’t need to cry. I think if you cry, I might cry. And I’m not a crier.”
“I’m not a crier either!” I sob, nuzzling against his shirt and taking deep pulls of his pine scent that I missed so badly these last few days. “But I swear I haven’t stopped crying since I left this place.”
He rocks us gently, like a soft, quiet dance. The only music is the chirping of birds and gentle breeze across the hay field out back. He doesn’t talk. He just holds me until my breathing evens out and the stress has melted from my limbs.
Eventually he tips my chin up so that I’m forced to look at him. His chiseled, masculine features are a welcome sight. “You paying attention right now, Red? Because I’ve spent days thinking hard about my life, and I’ve got some things to tell you.”
I nod and press my lips together, a silent promise to listen to him and not just talk at him.
With a deep sigh, he starts, “Thank you. Thank you for being the first person in my life to put me first, to give me options. I’m not sure I deserve that gift, but I know that I’ll never forget it for as long as I live.”