Novelas y relatos de Logan Henderson The Sky Angel Cowboy

And yet now, after two innocent encounters with one forbidden redhead, he found himself risking everything. If my father finds out I'm fraternizing with the enemy, he'll skin me alive, Layon realized, yet a part of him was even angrier at himself for thinking of Angel as the enemy. She was just as much a victim of her father's actions as his father had been, if not more so. Lester Silverdale was stronger than ever, his legacy almost secured, and he never spoke of Axel. Yet Angel was clearly struggling every day to make ends meet, emotionally and physically drained.

Hadn't they agreed to please the rich donor? "Wow, you guys already know each other apparently?" Hunter chuckled, breaking the tension. “He is the friend I told you, Uncle. The person who accompanied me to see Chamarel Falls.” Sky patted Edmund's shoulder. Hunter widened his eyes, pretending to be surprised and enthusiastic. “Oh? Is he the owner of the car?" "Yes! He's the one. Edmund Hills. The person I drew in my journal," Sky hugged Edmund tightly. At that moment, sadness peeled away from Edmund's eyes. At least, he still had a place in Sky's heart. No matter how small it was, he was determined to expand it. He would fill her heart with all his love. There must be no room left for Lucas.

It wasn't until I got into the passenger seat that I realized I hadn't really paid attention to the young man who was driving so seriously. Under the golden hair, his skin was fair, his nose high and straight. His features were sculpted, and the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned. He seemed to be smiling gently all the time, but there was something childlike about him. "How old are you?" I asked. "19," he replied, turning the steering wheel. "I'm an adult now." "What's your name?" "You can call me Lorne." I nodded, and we lapsed into silence. He didn't ask about Owen or anything else during the ride.