1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)

by Nikki Castle

Despite our close moment at the yoga studio, this is the first time I get a good look at his eyes. They're brown, which is why they didn't particularly stand out before, but now that he's mere inches away from my face, I can see the flecks of gold flashing like lightning around his pupils. And with his gaze now focused only on me, I can't help but wonder if that's a good descriptor of Kane as a person: shrouded by darkness at first glance, but with so much fiery light hidden beneath the surface.

I didn’t consciously realize it, but I’ve been dying for Isabella’s taste for longer than I want to admit. And it’s every bit the perfection I thought it would be.

You could be the greatest dancer that ever lived, and I'd still think the rest of you was more valuable.

So, just like I did when I first showed up on his doorstep. I'm not going to let him push me away. I'm going to stay and show him that I see him, and I want him. I'm going to show him what it's really like to be cared for. And if he wants out, then he's going to have to say it. Because I'll be damned if I'm the one that gives up on us.

"I know you've had a hard life," she says. "I know you've seen and experienced things that no one should ever have to go through, and I know they've made you a little hard against the world. But Kane, that doesn't mean you're broken. It just means you had to load up with more armor than the rest of us. And I don't care that we might have to spend a little extra time creating a safe environment for you. This isn’t your 1 last shot to get it right, this is us trying, every day. And some days will be good, and some will be bad, but every day, we keep fighting. Together. Because I would rather live in your world, with your arms around me and your heart against my palm, than anywhere else. I want you, Kane. Never doubt that."