I loved seeing a sweet Jake, “careful!” He shot forward to pull her arm away from the still-cooling cooking grates. Running his calloused fingers over her skin gently, he inspected every inch of her arm, voice laden with concern. “Did you burn yourself, baby? Come over to the light so I can see.” Jake likes to tease his girl, “when you blush, your freckles come out to say hi. And you almost always blush when you see me.” I loved this book, I loved Jake.
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