The Simple Wild: A Novel

Shit. “What are you going to do to me?”
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls me into a kiss

What are you doing here?”
“What do you think I’m doing here, Calla?” He sighs, shaking his head. “It’s not the same.”
“What’s not?”
“Alaska. You’ve ruined Alaska for me.”

He kept everything that had to do with you, Mom.” Including his love.

Fine. I don’t care how you do it, so long as you’re in my bed tonight, and every other night that you’re in Alaska.”

But I’m not your type. You know, blonde and leggy.”
Good idea, Calla. Let’s remind him of this right now.
His brow arches, but in his gaze I see confirmation of a guess. “That’s not my type.”
“But you said—”
“You’re my type.”

My gaze drifts to his mouth. Ask me if I want you to kiss me again. Please.

Because I wanted to, and I knew you wanted me to.

Why did you kiss me today?”

“We both knew this was never going to be easy,” I hear him whisper.
“Yeah, I guess. I just didn’t think it’d be this hard.”

“I did warn you about falling in love with one of those sky cowboys, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you did.” I try to laugh it off.
Until finally I relent to the onslaught of tears.
Because I’m not going home with one giant hole in my heart.
I’m going home with two.