K.A.Tucker

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

Why did you kiss me today?”

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

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

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.”

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.”

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

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.”

no matter how many times I’ve lain in bed, wondering why my father didn’t love me enough, the little girl inside me still desperately wants him to.

Just don’t make the same mistake I did and fall in love with one of those pilots.”