The final book in Catherine Cowles’ unputdownable Sparrow Falls series is out this week, and I have a little sneak peek for you from this super-emotional marriage of convenience romance.
Excerpt
My fingers flew over the keyboard fueled by caffeine and the bag of strawberry Sour Patch Kids Kye had slipped into my work tote, along with a note that read: Slay the dragons, Sparrow. The note fueled me as much as the sugar. I loved that Kye understood just how important my job was.
The buzzer over the entry door sounded, and I glanced over to identify the newcomer. “Hey, Noah. I’m just finishing up the additional home study you needed. Give me one more second.”
“Thanks, Fal,” he said and crossed to his desk, sounding exhausted.
“You need some of whatever Fallon’s rocking,” Mila muttered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone type so fast.”
I chuckled as I kept right on typing. “Diet Coke and strawberry Sour Patch Kids.”
Mila’s entire face screwed up like she’d just sucked on a particularly potent lemon. “That combination sounds completely disgusting.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” I hit save and then attached the document to an email, shooting it off to Noah. “Done.”
I turned to face our newest arrival and winced. Noah looked rough. He had more scruff around his jaw than usual and shadows beneath his eyes. “Are you okay?”
He reached for the water bottle on his desk and sent me a strained smile. “Surviving. Not thriving.”
“Been there. Anything I can do?” I asked.
He shook his head. “You did it. That’s the last document we need to file.”
“Good.” I was quiet for a moment before asking what I really wanted to. “Any updated info on terminating Renee Jensen’s parental rights?”
Noah stiffened slightly. “You know I can’t give you the ins and outs of a case you’re personally involved in.”
“I’m not asking for that. I just want to know things that are—or will be—public record. Like when the hearing is. That way, Kye and I can have our ducks in a row for filing for adoption if her parental rights are terminated.”
Noah let out a long sigh. “Renee goes before the judge this week. I’ll let Rose know if the judge wants to talk to Hayden, Clementine, or Gracie.”
My stomach twisted. I had a pretty good feeling that Clem and Gracie would say they didn’t want to live with Renee. That they wanted to live with me and Kye. But Hayden? She was a wild card. Despite the safe, stable home Kye and I provided, she might fight for the unstable one she knew because it was predictable.
“Thank you,” I said, texting Kye to let him know so he could talk with his attorney.
“Fallon.” Noah’s voice was soft, so gentle it had my head snapping up in concern. “Are you sure this is the right move? I know you care about Kye, but are you sure this is what’s best for those girls? For you? He hasn’t exactly had a stable life, and there’s some seriously messed-up shit happening with the MC he was involved with.”
Fury blazed through my veins, and I knew Noah realized it when he reached out and grabbed my shoulder in an attempt to soothe me.
“I just mean—”
I jerked out of his grip and let everything I felt show in my gaze and expression. In every part of me. “Kye has been through hell on Earth. He lived with parents who abused him physically and mentally. He started fighting in a circuit that meant him getting beat to hell on a regular basis in hopes of breaking free of that life. And then he managed to get himself out of both.”
I sucked in air, and the words kept right on coming. “He built a multi-million-dollar business through his gifts in tattooing. Built a mixed martial arts gym that offers programming for kids in the community free of charge. And he is the best brother, uncle, son, and friend I’ve ever seen. So, don’t you ever say a word to disparage my husband ever again.”











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I seriously cannot wait for this book