The Wanted One (Falcon Falls Security, #5)

by Brittney Sahin

“It takes meeting the right one to realize you were interested in the wrong one.”

You’re real. Last month was . . . real. Not some fever dream concocted by my lonely, attention-starved brain.

“Sometimes, you have to let go and simply feel it.”

didn’t make rash decisions. I didn’t go to men’s hotel rooms and spend the night talking and making out. I didn’t do a lot of things that seemed to be happening with the son of a library director. The son of a mom who raised this man right. I knew it. Felt it. Yearned for everything he could give me, even knowing that after this trip he’d never be able to give me any of those things again.

“I’ve been attached since Cape Town, sweetheart. You’ve been in my head every day since. So no, sex won’t change the fact I already . . . feel what I fucking feel.”

And you can have it. Everything. All of me.

And the only thing I wanted to get lost in was the moment. With her. Finally, with her.

The second I pushed deep inside her, our connection was complete. I didn’t let myself stop to examine the current racing through me. How my entire being, from my head to my toes, felt electrified. Instead, I welcomed the tight walls of her pussy closing around me. Squeezing me.

“Forgiveness doesn’t mean letting the enemy into your heart, it means letting him out of it,”

“It’s because I don’t think anyone or anything can change what I’m feeling for you or stop me from wanting to take you in my arms again.”

My dad taught me a few rules about men before his heart attack stole him from the world. One of which was, “Never marry a guy who can’t hold both your heart and your hand in the palm of his.”

Gray lifted his left hand, and my attention landed on his message: his wedding band. “I didn’t notice.” “Right, that wedding band come with special superpowers, making other women invisible?” Gray shrugged. “You’ll understand when you’re a newlywed.”

“Now come on, let’s go find out if your head is in your ass or you’ve finally found your ‘the one.’”

not let anyone die.” After a few tears slid down her cheeks, one hitting her wobbly lip, I rasped, “I’ll fight with my last breath to keep you alive.” I held as steadfast and calm as I could when I shared, “My dad couldn’t survive without my mom, and I don’t need years of knowing you to understand how he felt. I won’t survive without you.” The confession was too soon, too early, but we were already on what felt like borrowed time, so she had to know how I felt. “If for some reason I can’t save you, I’ll be sure to take out as many motherfuckers as I can on my way out the door with you.” I reached for her wrist, smoothed my thumb over the words inked there and declared, “Where you go, I go.”

“Because you’re my daughter. That’s why.”

“Well, I’m going to go do the extrovert thing and join the crowd of hotness out here. I feel like I’m at a book boyfriend convention.”

“Not too soon. Nothing will ever be ‘too soon’ with you. With us.”

“I love you, too, Jack London. I love you so much. You’re my home now. You’re my forever.”

“I know you haven’t figured out what you want to do for work yet, but you’ve been busting your ass for over a decade working multiple jobs.” He stopped and faced me, still holding my hand. “I’ll support whatever you want to do. I know your dad didn’t want your mom to work, and if you don’t want to work, I’ll support that, too. I’ll take care of you. If you want a break for a month or a lifetime, I’ve got you.” His voice was rough with emotion, and as what he said sank in, my eyes became glossy with recognition and appreciation.

“This is perfect.” I nodded, tears slipping down both our cheeks now. “Yes, I’d love for you to be the one to make those wishes of mine come true. I’d love to be your wife. To be the mother of your children,” I choked out.

She kissed me before whispering, “You’re exactly the man I’ve always wanted, Jack.”