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“I’m on the other side of you. If you need anything, bang on the wall or come over, yeah? I’ll protect you.”
Get in the game, Emmy. It’s cats from here on out. Meow.
And she’d smelled like sun-kissed skin and vanilla.
What does sun-kissed skin smell like???
“I gave Terry a blow job in the basement once. It was a good one. He blacked out.”
Something about her . . . pricks at me, like a ghost dancing down my spine. I know her from somewhere.
Stoopid
“Emmy, from the moment I saw you on the balcony of the motel, I knew you were an extraordinary woman. I want to spend the next few months with you. Will. You. Marry. Me.”
You hugged us so tight while you talked about Charlotte and how wise and clever she was and how she saved Wilbur’s life. She was a self-sacrificing, devoted friend to those she loved. She taught Wilbur about life, how to appreciate it. She taught him about friendship. You kept telling us that story for years.” A tear escapes and traces down her cheek. She hurriedly wipes it away. “You are my Charlotte. You’re my friend, my confidante, my mother. Bryony left us. I don’t even think of her, you know. She’s like a ghost in my memories, and I know Gran helped us, but without you, I would have seen
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She reminds me of the girl in my dream, the one who appears to me after I’ve been tackled on the field.
Stoopid x2
Kian is just a blip on your radar. There are good men who’ll worship you like the queen you are.” My face heats. “‘Queen’? Seriously?” He brushes his fingers down my cheek, and my heart stutters. “I’d treat you like a queen.” My lashes flutter as my body heats. “Oh.
Not until we start communicating and figure out what this attitude is about.” My eyes flash. “‘Attitude.’ Oh. Just you wait.”
“I had my surgery the night of the Super Bowl. You and I were in the same hospital on the same night, Mount Sinai.” He studies my face searchingly, his gaze lingering on my mouth. “And then we met in the desert. Life is weird.” His hands trail over the line of my cheek, tenderly, making my breath quicken.
I glance at Jane in the window. She’s holding the axe. Jesus.
“Fine. Are you sure I can’t come? I really want to be there. I’ll be so good. I’ll get behind a plant or stand in the corner. I won’t make a peep. Please,”
“This isn’t about the NDA. I don’t want him near you, Emmy. You’re my wife, and it worries me that he might hurt you. Don’t you understand?”
“I assumed you knew all about my family since you’ve kept a photographer outside my apartment. Yes, I grew up in the turmoil of domestic abuse, and in the end, my mother shot my father, then left us. That’s it. You won’t find much else about me.”
“To Divina, for giving up Graham so he could find Emmy.”
how he felt after saying that: 😝
“Just saying. If things don’t work out between you two—” Jane’s voice cuts like a knife. “Of course it will work out. It’s Emmy. She wouldn’t commit unless she means it with her whole heart.”
“Watching you play was one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had. I know you’re passionate about football. I know it’s what you love, but you’re literally playing Russian roulette every time you walk on the field.”
“I never asked for your opinion. I asked you to go to the game because this is a fake marriage, and it’s part of your duties. This isn’t real. Nothing you say really matters, does it? We’ll be finished soon enough.”
oh
“You can’t wait to get away from me. I told you I loved you, and you freaked out. You never acknowledged that I even spoke. Football is only for a while, but love and family . . . those last. They dig into your soul. All it takes is accepting it.” “I can’t talk about this.”
“Right. You’re so afraid of hurting that you’ve chosen to not love at all. You can’t even speak of it. You’ve given up. But then, maybe you aren’t capable of love. Maybe you’re so messed up from your past that you’ll never give it a chance. I love you. Yes, it’s messy and complicated to admit these things to you, but I’m here and ready to try this with you, to see where it goes, to face all our crazy fears together. I’m not Divina. In fact, I’m not like anyone you’ve ever met. I know my value, and it is fucking amazing. I am the person for you. Your person.”
“I’d never leave you. I’d never hurt you on purpose, Graham, but it terrifies...
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Enjoy being rich and alone, motherfucker.
“I’m sorry, darling. I’m yours, I’m here, and I’m not leaving. I came back from the dead—for you.”
