Clover

I’m what you call a free spirit, or if you’re my mama, a pain in her ass.  

 

But to be fair, she’s the one who gave me the name Clover.  What did she expect?

 

I’ve spent the last few years floating around the US, living my hippy dippy van life, certain my rocky trail to happiness is around the next bend, or across that river, or… You get what I mean.  Only my new friends abandoned me in the woods because I turned down their threesome.

 

Which led me to him.  Nash.  A Fish and Game warden. The biggest, grumpiest man I’ve ever met, and my personal hero. 

 

We’re the exact opposite.

 

And I annoy him.

 

And I absolutely shouldn’t be fantasizing about how it might feel to have Nash touch me.  Like everywhere.

 

Nash

How does one curvy, flaxen-haired angel upend my entire world?

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I might have saved Clover’s life, but I’m not what she needs.  She’s too young, too perfect, and too sweet for an introverted grump like me.

 

Offering her a place to stay while she fixes her van is an excuse to remain in her light just a little longer. 

 

But day by day, keeping my thoughts and my desires under control becomes increasingly difficult, even though I prefer my life just how it is, and my perfect traveling angel is meant to fly free. 

 

Clover’s on a quest to find happiness.

 

So, why can’t I stop hoping she’ll find it with me?