“You’re no box of chocolates, Estes,” Landry said at last.
I smiled the little Mona Lisa smile. “Neither are you.”
“Nope.”
“We must deserve each other, then, huh?” I said.
He smiled and nodded.
I sobered then and looked up at him. “I don’t know what I want, James. I don’t know what I need.”
He tipped my head against his shoulder and pressed a kiss against my hair.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said softly. “We have what we have, and I won’t let it go. That’s what matters,” he said.
And he was right.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tami Hoag’s novels have appeared regularly on national bestseller lists since the publication of her first book in 1988. She lives in Los Angeles and Wellington, Florida. She is a Grand Prix dressage rider competing at the international level.
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