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I should stop. I should walk away. I should channel my maturity and not flirt with her by infuriating her. But I’ve always been a little reckless.
Winter rubs her temples like she has a headache. I consider offering her an aspirin from my truck, or an orgasm. I hear those help too.
And I already know I don’t give a fuck about that guy. I already know Winter can do better. And I’m a lot better, whether she realizes it yet or not.
I want to know more about Winter Valentine. Like when that divorce is happening.
A word I keep coming back to tonight. Word of the day. My life is now Sesame Street, and I am Oscar the Grouch. Pretty sure Elmo just brought me my wine.
“Careful, that one’s got claws,” Cade offers right as Willa shoves a pointy elbow into his ribs. I grin. “That’s okay. I like having my back scratched.”
Tequila is not my friend.
But for this girl, I’ll make an exception.
Regret? I look him over like I would a patient and wonder if a single woman has ever regretted fucking Theo Silva. It seems highly improbable. And I want to find out. For science.
“I could fucking bury whoever made you believe you’re as unlovable as you seem to think.”
“That’s a fascinating assessment, Winter. But I’m not pretending a single fucking thing. Because for a year and a half all I’ve had to
do is remember you and me that night to be stuck walking around all day like this.”
“Because the things I dream about doing to you are horribly unprofessional.”
Theo Dale Silva has wormed his way into my heart, and I never stood a chance at keeping him out.
“He said, ‘Mom, I met her.’ And I said, ‘Who?’” Loretta’s lips curve up, her eyes taking on a faraway look. “He said, ‘The woman I’m going to marry one day.’”
“Doesn’t much matter who she’s dancing with when her eyes are on you.”
“Winter, we are a thing. We are the thing. We are it.”
“No sluts in here, right?” she quips, glancing around the room, looking for evidence of something I would never, ever do to her. “Only one,” I reply as I hug her from behind and rub my stubble over her cheek. And Winter Hamilton rolling her eyes at me has never felt so good.
The woman everyone told me was cold, mean, and unavailable is so thoroughly mine.
“Am I fucking you like a princess or a slut later?” And just before she kisses me, she chuckles and responds with, “I don’t care as long as you fuck me like I’m yours.”
“I will go wherever you want. I will wear whatever you want. I will never turn my phone off again. I will always, always be there for you. For Vivi. You
don’t need to beg, and you don’t need to say please. For as long as I live, for as long as you need me, you’ll have me. Okay? Never doubt that.”
“That night we were reckless.” His voice cracks. “But god, I’d be reckless with you over and over again if it means ending up here.”
