Promise Me This (Wilder Family #3)

A few things became very clear upon the Keaton girls relocating to Ian Wilder’s home.

First, the water pressure in the upstairs bathroom alone made it the best life choice I’d made in at least two years. The moment that blissfully hard spray hit my always-tense shoulders, I moaned so loudly that I was scared Ian would overhear and think I was enjoying myself a bit too much.

I mean, I was enjoying myself, but not the self-induced orgasm kind of enjoyment.

Second, Sage and I got along roughly seventy-five percent better when we weren’t sharing a bedroom. I loved my daughter. Would stand down a moving train for her, take a bullet, all the beastly things that mothers would face in a heartbeat for their offspring. But holy shit, sharing a bed with her was enough to test even the strongest maternal bonds.