Cruel Summer (Seasons of Revenge, #2)

by Morgan Elizabeth

To everyone who has ever been called ‘unlikable.’ Fuck them. Every single one of them.

“Why are you so chipper?” she asks, caution in her words. “Oh, you know. The sun’s shining, we have a new client to interview today, and your dad ate me out before I got to work.”

She still thinks this is some fun summer fling, that once Labor Day rolls around, she’ll go back to the city or wherever and start her new life without me. It’s going to take a lot of work. That’s fine by me though. I’m a patient man.

I get it. I don’t care. I don’t mind. Men who care about that shit are fucking dickwads and I’m telling you right now, I’m a lot of things but I’m not that. I miss you, okay? I want to spend the night with you, want you to sleep in my bed, and I want a fucking redo of our first morning. I want you in my shirt while I make you eggs or pancakes or bacon or whatever the fuck you’re craving tomorrow morning.”

“Why do I just know your dimples are out?” “Because they never go away when I’m talking to you, Camile.” “God, I think that was my favorite one yet,” she says, her voice wistful. “Favorite what?” “Dad joke. That was my favorite one.” I don’t have it in me to tell her it wasn’t a joke. Not in the least.

“Baby, a man like me wants to show off a woman like you. A man like me knows a woman like you will always wear whatever the fuck she wants, and a man like me knows if he wants to keep a woman like you, he’d better learn how to fight.”