One Night (The Sullivan Family, #4)

by Lena Hendrix

Her presence just did something to me.

Cat Fact 159: Cats can dream. I hit send and immediately felt foolish texting Sylvie King a random, stupid cat fact.

He was just so clean and, god, I wanted to get dirty.

I wish I could have you. I wish you were mine. In reality, I have wanted you for years and I hate that I can’t have you. I thought that taking care of my dad and giving up everything was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do, but the truth is that wanting you is by far the single hardest thing I have ever had to do.

With him I felt alive. Free. I felt like me.

I caught Duke’s attention, and he stiffened for a fraction of a second before I slammed into him. My arms wrapped around his middle as I burst into harsh sobs. Audible gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd as both Kings and Sullivans gaped at us.

I got the daughter of my family’s rival pregnant . . . and I wasn’t even sorry about it.

He laughed, and it cracked in his throat like it was rusty from neglect. I fell in love with the rich, warm sound.

“You’re mine, Sylvie King.

“You want to know another secret?” Desire raced through me. “Yes.” “I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.”

“She’s it for me.”

That was it. The line. The moment where I knew. Nothing and no one mattered more than her. I would choose Sylvie over all others, even a Sullivan.

“You have no clue, do you? No idea how many years I pined for her in deference for your feelings. I’m not doing it any longer.”

“Sylvie, it’s you or no one. It has always been you.”

“Loving her is like breathing.”

My entire world was waiting for me.