One Chance (The Sullivan Family, #3)

by Lena Hendrix

“To Annette. You were always meant to be a Sullivan.”

Part of me wondered why I hadn’t seen it before—seen her in this new light, where she was no longer just my best friend but my entire universe.

A life without Annie felt like a life without oxygen. I had taken my first breath after being trapped underwater, and now I couldn’t stand the thought of going under again.

“You’re damn right I’m jealous. I also don’t like the way he looks at you—like whatever’s going on between you is some kind of game. You’re not a game. You’re the fucking prize.”

“So it’s you and me, huh?” His lips pressed into my hair. “Glad you’re finally catching up.” I tilted my head to grin at him. My stomach swooped at the soft way Lee looked at me. He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “It’s always been you, baby.”

“Remember that time you told me I was going to marry Annie Crane?” My hand found the ache in my chest and rubbed. “I think you might have been right, Mom.”

Usually young love is intense and cleverly disguised as great love. But the lucky ones learn that great love isn’t the explosive drama and all-consuming passion of young love. It’s subtler. It’s a deep, cavernous ache that won’t ever let you go. That, dear boy, is great love.”

“There is no distance between your heart and mine. Every single day with you is the best day of my life.”

I would show her every day that she and I were meant for each other. That every day with her was the best day of my life. All I needed was one chance.