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“One of these days you’re going to fall in love, son. Don’t settle for just anyone. Choose the girl that doesn’t come easy, the one you have to fight for, and then never stop fighting.
I decided a long time ago I would feed on the vultures until a dove came along. A pigeon. The kind of soul that didn’t impede on anyone; just walked around worrying about its own business, trying to get through life without pulling everyone else down with its own needs and selfish habits. Brave. A communicator. Intelligent. Beautiful. Soft-spoken. A creature that mates for life. Unattainable until she has a reason to trust you.
“The day you appeared on our family tree, I wanted to cut it down.”
“Nothing. It just sucks that I finally found the girl worth having and she’s too good for me.” Shepley tried to stifle a laugh. It was irritating that he was so amused about my predicament. He straightened his smile and then said, “Why don’t you let her make that decision for herself?” “Because I care about her just enough to want to make it for her.”
“You are the most confusing woman I’ve ever met.”
“In another life, I could love you.” I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed-over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn’t seem wrong to pretend that she meant it. “I might love you in this one.”
“I know we’re fucked up, all right? I’m impulsive and hot tempered, and you get under my skin like no one else. You act like you hate me one minute, and then you need me the next. I never get anything right, and I don’t deserve you . . . but I fucking love you, Abby. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything, ever.
all I need is you. You’re all I think about. You’re all I dream about. You’re all I want.”
“You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon.”
“Teach that asshole some manners.” I winked at her and smiled. “Anything for you, baby.”
“But I . . . that wasn’t the only reason I took you to the fight. I wanted you there with me, Pidge. You’re my good luck charm.” “I’m not your anything.” She glared up at me. My eyebrows pulled in and I stopped midstep. “You’re my everything.”
“Well, I belong to you!” I screamed. I put so much force behind my words, I could feel all the blood rush to my face. Abby met my glare, refusing to even flinch. I looked at her lips, panting. “I belong to you,” I whispered, my anger fading as desire took over.
“I love you so much, Pigeon,” I said, kissing her over and over. Her lips had trouble keeping up. “Just remember that in fifty years when I’m still kicking your ass in poker.” She giggled. “If it means sixty or seventy years with you, baby . . . you have my full permission to do your worst.”
Even though we’d put each other through hell, we’d found heaven. Maybe that was more than a couple of sinners deserved, but I wasn’t going to complain.
