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368 pages, Paperback
First published July 2, 2013
“Tell me you wouldn’t have done it?” Brendan asked, taking a step toward Jax. “Tell me you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing I did if someone threatened the woman you’re in love with?” ...
“You’re right. I would lose my mind,” Jax said and nodded. “But for right now, we have to do this my way. Paige,” he said, turning to her. “I’m going to need a full statement starting from the beginning.”
“I can’t listen to this again,” Brendan said, shaking his head and walking out the back door.
“Paige. I want Paige. She’s all I’ll ever want. So it fits that I can’t have her doesn’t it.”
“Wow,” Shep said, leaning back in his seat. “This pity party you got going for yourself is really something.”
“Look, I love her. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone. But she walked away.”
“So you’ve said. But that doesn’t mean she won’t come back,” Shep tried to reason.
“I can’t do it, alright. I can’t be with someone who I’m constantly scared is going to leave me. We got married, something that was supposed to be for forever, but she left. She just left,” Brendan said still a little too loud. But he could give a shit if people heard him. He just didn’t care anymore.
“I shouldn’t have left,” she said, shaking her head. “I was stupid. You didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything right and I punished you for it. I’m so sorry, Brendan. So, so sorry.”
“Please don’t ever leave me again,” he said, bringing his mouth to hers and hovering above her lips.
“Brendan?” she whispered, putting her hands on his head.
He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. “I almost lost you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I almost lost everything,” he said, shaking his head. ... “I couldn’t do it without you, you know,” he said, brushing her hair back. “If I’d lost you, I would’ve never made it through. ... I wouldn’t have been able to survive without these arms of yours, ... Without these eyes, ... Without these lips,” he said, pressing his mouth to hers. “Without you,” he said ...
He pulled out a couple of disks to see whom she listened to
he flipped a page and peaked over at Brendan.
"Hey," Oliver said as he flipped a page and peaked over at Brendan.
She pulled the yellow curtains to the side and peaked out the window
a pair of baby-blue pajama shorts that just peaked out underneath it.
I fell off my bike and scrapped my knees.
"So you're present, you can't exactly unwrap," he said, standing up.
A fresh does of anger flared up in Brendon.
Brendon pulled Paige to her feet and they walked over to where Grace and Jax where.
If only it were as easy as thinking about her to always make her appear.
He stopped behind the back of her Jeep for a moment, studying the half a dozen stickers that covered her bumper and part of her back window.
She had one that said MAKE ART NOT WAR in big blue letters, another said LOVE with a peace sign in theO. There was also a sea turtle, an owl with reading glasses, the Cat in the Hat, and her favorite that said I LOVE BIG BOOKS AND I CANNOT LIE.
He shook his head and laughed, walking to the front of the Jeep.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, catching up to his long stride and standing next to him....
“Just that you’re clearly not from around here.” He smiled, closing his hand over hers.
....“I am so sick of everyone saying that,” she said, ripping her hand out of his. “Is it such a bad thing to not be from around here?”
“No,” he said, his mouth quirking. “It’s just very obvious that you’re not.”
“Would I fit in more if I had a bumper sticker that said MY OTHER CAR IS A TRACTOR OR ONE THAT SAID IF YOU’RE NOT CONSERVATIVE YOU JUST AREN’T WORTH IT, or what about WHO NEEDS LITERACY WHEN YOU CAN SHOOT THINGS? What if I had a gun rack mounted on the back window or if I used buck piss as perfume to attract a husband? Would those things make me fit in?” she finished, folding her arms across her chest.
“No, I’d say you could start with not being so judgmental though,” he said with a sarcastic smirk.
“Ma’am, you just called everyone around here gun-toting, illiterate rednecks who like to participate in bestiality. Insulting people really isn’t a way to fit in,” he said, shaking his head. “I would also refrain from spreading your liberal views to the masses, as politics are a bit of a hot-button topic around here. And if you want to attract a husband, you should stick with wearing doe urine, because that attracts only males. The buck urine attracts both males and females.” He stopped and looked her up and down with a slow smile. “But maybe you’re into that sort of thing.”
“Yeah, well, everyone in this town thinks that I’m an amoral, promiscuous pothead. And you,” she said, shoving her finger into his chest, “aren’t any better. People make snap judgments about me before I even open my mouth. And just so you know, I’m not even a liberal,” she screamed as she jabbed her finger into his chest a couple of times. She took a deep breath and stepped back, composing herself. “So maybe I would be nice if people would be just a little bit nice to me.”
“I’m quite capable of being nice to people who deserve it. Can I look at your car now, or would you like to yell at me some more?”
“Be my guest,” she said, glaring at him as she moved out of his way.