I wanted him more than anything, but he wasn’t meant for me.
Life in North Border is hard, but I don’t mind as long as I can steal a few moments alone with Clay Pulley at the end of the work day.
He’s not my mate. If he were, our kisses would have triggered my heat by now.
I know this can’t last, but it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had. I’m holding on tight to every single second.
But then we’re caught together, and he declares in front of everyone that I don’t belong to him.
I’m destroyed.