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“It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.”
“I’ll love you the right way this time,” he whispered, and his breath fanned my cheek. “If you’ll show me how.”
“I’m not your mother or your sister. I’m not another girl who needs something from you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly wants you. I’m the girl who wholeheartedly loves you. The hurler. The mechanic. The boy. The protector. The asshole. The lover. The addict.”
“Hey, stud.” “Hey, queen.”
“Because I’m only doing life for you.”
“Because I hate to break it to ya, Lynchy, but that sister of yours is a ride.”
“Shannon Lynch is sweet sixteen and looks like a wet dream.”
“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.”
“He’s the best damn thing that came out of your marriage and you’re too stupid to see it. He’s not your bodyguard. He’s not your bank account. He’s not your babysitter. He’s not your fucking husband. He’s your child. He’s your son!”
“What about me?” I broke down and cried. “What about me, Shannon? What about me!”
Tell my son that I loved him. Tell yourself that I loved you most.
My kids?
“I’m the one saving 6.”
“Anyone whose nappies I’ve changed or knees I’ve put plasters on will always be a baby in my eyes.
“Maybe before they moved on, someone wanted to make sure his first love had a fighting chance with her first love.”
The bulldozing blond.
“You will never understand how much I owe that girl. How much I fucking worship the ground she walks on!”
“And I already told you that we’re keeping you.” She chuckled. “Finders keepers, Joey love. You’re mine now.”
