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That’s your best friend’s little sister, dipshit.
When it came to Emmy, I was playing with fire, but I would happily walk into the flames for her. And I’d have a smile on my face the whole damn time.
His gaze met mine. I raised my eyebrows at him, and Luke Brooks did something I didn’t even know he could do—he blushed.
I thought about something my dad said the other day: Luke Brooks had a heart the size of the Rockies. I was starting to think it was true, and I wondered why I didn’t notice it before.
“This place is mine. You’re the first person I’ve brought here.” “Oh,” I said dumbly. “Yeah, oh,” he said with a smile.
I couldn’t believe the universe was so big, and I got placed on this random floating rock at the same time as Clementine Ryder.
Emmy Ryder might have been in like with me, but it was then that I knew I was falling in love with her.
For someone who’d spent their entire life begging for attention from others, he really knew how to make me feel like I was the only person on the planet.
“I do not snore!” “You do.” He flicked my nose. “But it’s cute. You sleep harder than anyone I’ve ever met.”
You know in the action movies, when the hero and heroine kiss right before the battle, and all of the sudden they’re ready to take on the aliens or the mutated monster or whatever? I understood that now.
I wanted the kitchen slow dances, nights out with shots, rides through the mountains, hot sex, afternoon naps, and two-lane highways with the windows down. I wanted it all.
“Emmy!” Teddy called out, and Emmy looked over and started running toward us. Wait, no. Not toward us. Toward me.
“Emmy!” I heard Teddy’s voice and turned toward it. There they were. My family, my best friend, and the man I could finally admit I was completely and totally in love with.
Luke wasn’t my secret. He was just mine.
More than anything, Luke made me feel safe.
Home sweet home.













































