Summer Sparrow (Jackals and Vipers Duet #2)

by Emmerson Hoyt

I could never give her up. She’s the piece of my soul that I’ve always been missing. The only thing that brings me comfort and rest.

“Do you feel that? Before I met you, I forgot what it felt like to have my heart race. I don’t know what this thing is between us, but you reminded me that there’s more to life than violence and greed. You reminded me there’s still good in the world. Give me the chance to do the same for you.”

I get her for the summer and that’s it. It’s not like she was mine to keep in the first place, so I don’t let the fact that she’s gone taint the times she made me smile. What kind of life would that be, if I only dwelled on the things I lost?” My chest hitches as images of Colton’s sun-drenched face tear through my memory. He was mine for the season, but never mine to keep. My summer sparrow.

“I’m still so in love with you that sometimes I think my bones will break beneath the weight of it.”

“I’ll love you until the day I die, Rylee Adder. But I’ll let you go, if that’s what you need.”

“First off, this isn’t fighting, Tiger. If anything, it’s foreplay. Trust me, you’ll know when we’re fighting. Second, the only thing I have to get off my chest is how much I’ve fucking missed you.”

“Keep the car. What I’m pissed about is the missing ass-shaped dent in the middle of that hood. Let me know when you’re ready to put it back.”

“You guys are like magnets. Half of the time, you’re repelling one another so violently I feel like I should run for cover. The other half, I’m terrified I’ll be crushed between the force of your attraction.”

“You’re right. I am an asshole, but do you want to know what I’m not? I’m not your goddamn fuck buddy. No strings, no emotion, no commitment? Are you fucking kidding me? You are mine. I get all of you, whatever that looks like. Messy. Whole. Perfect. Broken. I don’t give a fuck. I want it all, and I’ll settle for nothing less.”