Fated (Relentless, #6)

by Karen Lynch

I wrung my head in my hands. “This is killing me. How did you survive it for so long?” “A few months of pain was nothing compared to the thought of a lifetime without Sara,” he replied quietly. “I’d do it all again for her.”

What were they staring at anyway? I wasn’t the first girl to cry over a man who didn’t deserve her tears, and I wouldn’t be the last.

One of the women grabbed several tissues from a box on the vanity and carried them over to me. She was my height with inky black hair, dark skin, and the face and body of a runway model. “He’s not worth it.” I sniffled and blotted away the wetness on my face. “How do you know?” Her smile was understanding as she met my eyes in the mirror. “Honey, any man who would make you cry when you look that gorgeous is not good enough for you.” “Amen,” said a petite redhead as she retouched her lipstick. “Too many great guys out there to waste your time crying over one.”

And that’s on supporting random women in the girls restrooms

“Come on.” Still holding my hand, she led me from the room. “You know my fajitas always make you feel better.” “I think it’s going to take more than that this time.” “What if I told you I have your favorite dessert in the fridge?” “Cheesecake?” I asked hopefully. “Call it mother’s intuition, but I had the sudden urge to make New York-style cheesecake this morning.” I pulled my hand from hers so I could give her a hug. “I missed you.” “I missed you, too. Now let’s go eat a cheesecake.”

And that’s on a mother’s intuition

A laugh burst from me, and my whole body suddenly felt lighter. “I bet you’re the first person to stand up here and wonder where the trolls are.” Sara chuckled. “Probably so.”

“Loving someone means putting your heart in their hands and trusting them to keep it safe.”

He’ll probably look good tomorrow, even with a hangover.

“Thanks,” he murmured as he reached for the top button of his shirt. My pulse jumped. “What are you doing?” “Wet.”