I buried my face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply again. Her scent would forever be ingrained in my mind. She’d never be able to run from me, because I’d always find her.

  “I love you,” I whispered against the side of her throat once more. “You’re my everything.” I felt her tighten her hold around me and groaned at what a fucking lucky bastard I was. After all the shit I’d done in my life, all the marks against me ever being happy, here I was with the woman of my dreams.

  And every day for the rest of my life, until I drew my last breath, I’d make sure I never fucked this up.

  About the Author

  Find Jenika at:

  www.JenikaSnow.com

  Jenika_Snow@yahoo.com

 

 

  Jenika Snow, The Drift (Preacher Brothers, 3)

 

 

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