In the Likely Event

by Rebecca Yarros

No, I wasn’t okay. I was about as far away from okay as New York was from Afghanistan. I couldn’t even form words. Ten years had passed since we’d met on a very different tarmac, and the sight of her still left me speechless.

I love a reunion moment...is it a happy one though? lol

You two know each other?” Webb’s eyebrows rose as he glanced between us. “Yes,” I said. “Not anymore,” she answered simultaneously. Shit.

so not a friendly reunion lol :p

“I thought you were in New York,” I finally managed to say, my voice coming out like it had been scraped over the pavement a dozen times. Where no one is actively trying to blow you up. “Yeah?” She arched a brow and hefted the slipping pack up to her shoulder. “Funny, because I thought you were dead. Guess we were both wrong.”

oooooh snap, i can feel the hostility.

I wasn’t one of those people who believed in jolts of electricity at first touch like all the romance novels, but here I was, jolted to my core.

What’s your favorite movie?” “Titanic,” I answered automatically. The plane pitched upward, dropping my stomach as we angled into a steep climb. “Seriously?” “Seriously.” I nodded quickly. “I mean, there was totally room on the door, but I loved the rest of it.”

Agreeed!! Justice for Jack in Titanic 😂

“She’s not my ex.” We never got to that point. “And wipe the smirk off your face.” “She’s worse than your ex,” Torres mumbled. “She’s your what-if.”

“She’ll be safer with me.” “Because you’re in love with her?” Torres questioned. I shook my head. “Because Jenkins isn’t willing to die for her.”

And we don’t even have a door to float on. Well, there’s nothing like living out your favorite movie, right?” I forced a shaky grin. “You’ve got jokes. Nice.”

they need a door for a jack & rose moment!

My pulse skyrocketed, and I clamped down on every instinct that told me to hunt him down and either scream at him for what he’d put me through or hug him so tight neither of us would be able to breathe. Maybe both.

“If no one’s trying to kill you here, then that means I’m doing my job over there. That’s how I choose to look at it, how I have to look at it.”

“You know the best part of not defining this?” “My begrudging freedom?” I muttered. He laughed. “No. The possibilities, Izzy. That’s what we are. Possibility.”

Her shoulders dipped, and she threw her head back at the sky. “Why is our timing always shit?” “Because nothing worth having is easy.”

We both bore our share of the responsibility for what happened in New York.

What happened I’m dying to knooooooow

The tag read TORRES, JULIAN.

wooooow I’m sobbing, ok. His best friend, he did it all for him, he continued his families legacy for him