Rae got drunk on just one of Ben’s kisses. She wanted to have his arms around her every morning, every evening. She wanted to giggle and curl into his chest after every kiss. He completed her in a way she didn’t know she needed to be completed.
“So my mother loved roses,” Ben said, easily taking her hand in his and strolling toward a fence in the distance. “Her favorites were these pink lemonade roses. They really do smell like pink lemonade.”
Rae glanced to the row of rose bushes along the back of the house. “They’re beautiful.”
Everything about Coral Canyon, Wyoming was beautiful. She loved the towering mountains in the distance, and the miles and miles of open land. She hadn’t been lying when she said the farmhouse was lovely. It was charming too, and it possessed a spirit she could
