“You okay, P Man?” “I love you,” I whisper, opening my eyes to meet his. “So much it scares me.” Even in the dim light, I can see his brown eyes sparkle at me and the freckles dotting his cheeks. “We’ll be okay. Come hell or hot water.” The sincerity in his voice almost has me miss what he said. “Hot water?” My face scrunches up in confusion. “Yeah, hell or hot water. It’s a saying.” I can’t stop the laugh or the smile that turns up my lips. “It’s hell or high water, babe.” I give him a quick kiss, then step back. “I don’t think so.” Brendon shakes his head. “It’s hell, the water would be
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