"A wonderful, swoon-worthy journey from lies and deceit to forgiveness and healing..." --RT Book Reviews
It’s been years since June Bell shared a stolen moment with her girlhood crush, Kase McCasker. It’s been just as long since Kase’s father nixed the sale of the McCasker farm to expand the grounds of the Bell’s grand hotel. Now that Kase is back home for good, June might be the only person who can persuade him to reconsider the abandoned plan. But how can she face him again after he left her without a word?
Four years ago, unexpected news shook the foundation of Kase McCasker’s world. Escaping Falls Edge for college was the perfect excuse to chase his demons and bury his pain. Now, with a degree in hand and a void he can’t fill, he’s back in the little mountain town he thought he’d never call home again. Searching for purpose, he’s determined to put down roots and take over the struggling farm that’s been in his family for generations.
Time and distance haven’t taken the edge off his preoccupation with June, the spitfire daughter of his father’s rival. He hasn’t forgotten their time together and all the things they did and didn’t do. One look at her has him reconsidering the future and making a dangerous deal to win her over. Is a chance at her heart worth risking everything else?
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When I turn, my jaw goes slack. He was a sight in the creek moments ago. But this close…
He’s still drenched, shirtless, his jeans zipped but unbuttoned and his boots unlaced like he’d thrown on just enough to chase after me. I ball my hands into fists to keep from reaching for him and sliding my fingers through his damp hair. His chest moves under quick breaths. It’s irrational, but I want to touch him everywhere. Over his shoulders. Down his wet pectorals. Hell, every ridge of his abdomen is permanently imprinted on my mind now.
“Damn…” His voice is a physical rasp against my skin.
I flicker my gaze back up to his. His lips are parted as his eyes search mine.
“What?” I unball my fists and rub them down the sides of my shorts, suddenly nervous that he’s seeing me this close up now too.
He shakes his head slightly. “Four years, huh?”
“Four years, Kase. And not a word.”
“I had my reasons.”
“You made me feel like I meant something to you. What reasons did you have for not breathing a word to me since then?”
“For God’s sake, you were sixteen. We were just kids. What was I supposed to do?”
I swallow over my hurt pride, but I feel what I feel. I refuse to believe that even my teenaged brain overestimated the power of the moment we shared.
“I was old enough to kiss. Old enough for you to put your hands on me like you did. Old enough to make me want a lot more.”
He exhales shakily but takes a solid step toward me. His tone is low when he speaks again. “Believe me, that kiss wasn’t anything close to what I wanted to do to you.”