Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- About the Author
- Jill Shalvis is adored by readers:
- By Jill Shalvis
- About the Book
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Epilogue
- A sneak peek of My Kind Of Wonderful
- Chapter 1
- Discover Jill’s other worlds
- Welcome to Lucky Harbor
- Visit Sunshine, Idaho
- Find out more about Headline Eternal
Aidan hadn’t had it easy in the past few months. Jacob was still out there, injured and hopefully recovering, but he’d made no contact with his brothers, which was pretty much killing them. As for the resort, there’d been no magic solution to save it, but none of them had given up that fight. They still had nine months. The toll of that worry was dragging on him, on all of them, but she liked to think that she helped him. “And you, Aidan? You okay?”
He lowered his head and kissed her. Not softly. They were both breathing unevenly when he pulled back and met her gaze. “Depends.”
“On what?” she wanted to know.
“What happens next. With us.”
Her breath caught. “What do you want to happen next?”
“Me? That’s easy. I want to fall asleep with you at night and wake up wrapped up in you in the mornings.” He smiled and lifted a shoulder. “Anything else is just icing, babe. A ring. A white picket fence. Babies. Whatever you want.”
She stared at him. “Whatever I want? You can’t just offer me whatever I want.”
“Of course I can.” His eyes were intense now. Serious, smile gone. “Just name it.”
“There’s really only one thing,” she said.
He waited with characteristic patience.
“I just need you to love me,” she whispered.
“For the rest of my life,” he promised.
A sneak peek of My Kind Of Wonderful
Chapter 1
The wind whistled through the high mountain peaks, stirring up a dusting of snow as light as the powdered sugar on the donut that Hudson Kincaid was stuffing into his face as he rode the ski lift.
Breakfast of champions, and in three minutes when he hit the top of Cedar Ridge, he’d have the adrenaline rush to go with it. He only had time for one run before this morning’s board meeting, aka fight with his siblings, and he was going to make it Devil’s Face, the most challenging on the mountain.
Go big or go home, that was the Kincaid way.
Danger, excitement, and adrenaline rushes were par for the course for all of them and Hud, head of Ski Patrol at Cedar Ridge Resort, was no exception. The antics that happened on their Colorado mountain, combined with all he saw as a cop in the off-season … well, it was safe to say that not much surprised him anymore.