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First published November 25, 2014
“I get caught up in it. It’s like he gets near and all my parts samba. He’s powerful. He takes up oxygen and space. He’s big and sexy. So. Sexy. I can’t even with how sexy he is.”
“Tuesday, it’s so good to see you, honey.” His mother came over and pulled Tuesday into a hug. He hid his annoyance at having to let her go. His mother winked at him once she broke the hug with Tuesday.
===>Kelly & Vaughan
Sharon’s mouth flattened just a tiny bit. Ezra knew his mother didn’t like Vaughan’s ex.
And yet, when he toured, it was Kelly who was there every single day. Kelly who gave up a lucrative career in modeling to stay near and raise the girls near their father. Kelly who dealt with the daily slog that parenting could be.
Tuesday knew what it meant to feel like an outsider. Here, even in this woman’s home she was outnumbered by Hurleys. For that reason, Tuesday really liked Kelly from the very first smile.
“I don’t know. I should let it go. He’s good to the girls. They both really like him. They’d make a family together, his part and her part.”
Vaughan, these are your women. Your children and your woman. Why are you even hesitating?”
Vaughan’s anguish was clear on his features. “Do you think I like it? I hate it. But what can I do, Ez? I walked away. I wanted a divorce and she gave me one and this is what the price of that act is. I made my decision and it fucked up everything. But I can’t take it back.”
Claim your family. Be worthy of them.”
Kelly approached with a very good-looking guy, who was clearly the fiancé everyone pretended Vaughan wasn’t upset by.
“Vaughan isn’t a bad man.” Kelly began to speak as she arranged the jewelry and took pictures of it. “He just didn’t want a life with me and the girls. It took me a really long time to get over that.”
Tuesday believed in her gut when it came to meeting people. Kelly fit into Tuesday’s life a lot like Natalie had. Pretty much instantly. Which Tuesday believed was exactly what was supposed to happen.
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“Your mother is my hero. For. Real.” Ezra laughed. “She’s a goddamn pain in my ass. But she’s pretty amazing.”
==>OW<==
He didn’t really chat about his private life with the woman he’d been seeing in Portland. He drove to her place, fucked her for a few hours and drove back.
He hadn’t been to Portland since November.
“He’s a risk, Nat. He’s scared and skittish and there are times I know he’s deliberately not calling or seeing me. Times he holds back. There’s so much grief in him. Guilt. I may never get through his defenses.”
Each day without her, the energy had built along with the craving.
“Okay then. Once every few weeks I used to head to Portland because there’s a woman there who I liked fucking. She liked being fucked. She liked it a little rough and that’s what I had for her. I never met her friends. I never mentioned her name to you or anyone I know. Everyone got off and no one cared much beyond those hours we spent together. That was all I needed.”
“He’s white,” Shawn said. “Oh my god!” She paused, slapping a hand over her heart. “He is?” Her mother chuckled.
“Is Vaughan ever going to tell her the whole story? Why things broke?” “That’s between Vaughan and Sharon. The only way I can envision this second chance working is for him to make sure he will always be between us because I’m not going to tolerate any shit from her this time around.”
He’d sort of been feeling that this thing with Tuesday was substituting one addiction with another
“She’s my girlfriend so yes, I care about her. Too early for love.”
And he’d been testing himself to see how long he could stay away. Needing to know.
Ten days without seeing her had made him hungry for the sight of those curls and the upward tilt of her mouth.
“I nearly lost who I was. It took years to live a normal life again. Yes, I’m afraid of falling back into that.”
==>95%<==
“I’m freaked the hell out. I can’t do this until I have it straight.”
“You need to figure stuff out first, Ezra. I can’t be something you relegate to a resentful addiction. Something you are powerless against. I’m not heroin. I’m not a bad thing at all and I can’t be with anyone who thinks that.”
I want you to love me back and you’re not ready. So, I’m going home.
"No more living in blacks and grays. Loving Ezra has left me broken open. I can't pull myself back together if he walks away. He's my missing piece. Don't get me wrong - if he comes back and says he can't give me what I need, I'll survive. That's how life goes. But I want to move forward with him."
-page 251
"I'm ferocious. I'm dark and broody and broken."-Sweet Hollow Ranch
It had been a fight that he wasn't sure he's win at times, but there he stood, with all that devastation in his past, with great hope for his future.
...you look like what sex would look like if it was a person instead of a word.
Ezra Hurley was a Capital M Man. In that riding horeses, baling hay, hands in the dirt, well-worn jeans way.
"... we'll have to see if your need to control and my need to lick you all over are compatible."
“We’re both broken in multiple ways. And yet we found one another. My broken pieces fit with yours.”
“In addition to being a rancher, he was a rock star. A onetime hard-living, jet-setting, arena-filling rock star fallen to earth, crashing and burning.”
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“In case it’s escaped your notice when you look in a mirror, you’re beautiful, Ezra. You’re strong and your heart was forged by fire. It makes you a lion. With some scars, yes, but all warriors have scars.”
“You know, Ezra, you’re adorable. I won’t tell on you or anything. But you are so soft when it comes to the people and animals in your life.”
“I’m ferocious. I’m dark and broody and broken.”
“Surviving changes you right down to your soul. You are a hundred times the woman now than you were before Eric died. Because you had to make the choice every day to keep going.”
“You touch me and everything else fades into the background. You fill me with so much raw yearning I can barely breathe. When it’s you and me, skin to skin, it’s raw and beautiful and all encompassing.”
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