A Field Guide To Catching Crickets by A. Wilding Wells
Hawke could be sweet, “you know, ten years is a long damn time, yet you’re still my favorite girl. Or, well, guess you’re not a girl anymore. A woman now.” He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. “Yes, you are all woman.” I loved Hawke and his personality, “softie?” he says, stealing a bite of my bacon. “That would be about the last thing you might want to call me.” He points out his well-tented shorts." I really enjoyed this book I loved Hawke.