More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I already know she does. I look her up from time to time—just to make sure she’s happy, of course.
“I hate you.” “Nah. You love me. I’m the sunshine to your grumpy.” My brows pinch together. “What?” “It’s a thing in romance books—”
“That’s impossible. I never fucked Morticia Addams.” Her head tilts and her eyes roll again. She barely reacts. “Really original, nepo baby.
“Rosalie, when have I ever said no to you?” And I just stand here, stunned. I need a ride home from this party. I want to be alone. I need a job. Because try as I might, no matter how big of a dick he’s been, I can’t come up with a single instance of Ford ever telling me anything other than okay.
Rosie Belmont took off to start her life ten years ago and has barely been back. It crushed me then when she left. I don’t even want to think about what it might do to me now.
Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail—just like he did the other night. But tonight, with one slow tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”
“That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”
Because Rosie might think she knows what our secret is, but mine is that I loved sitting on that dock with her even back then.
And I’m so tired, Ford. I’m so fucking tired.” His stubble prickles at my scalp as he presses a kiss to my hair and nuzzles his cheek on the top of my head. “Just rest for a minute then, Rosie. I got you.”
She might be West’s little sister. She might be my employee. She might be taken. But none of that stops me from wanting her almost obsessively.
“I told myself I was going to stay the hell away from you. But here I am, making you spread your legs for me on my desk and dreaming about fucking you senseless.”
“I definitely don’t hate you, Rosie. Not even close. But I can fuck you like I do if that’s what you need.”
“I had come to terms with the idea that you would never happen for me. You were a memory, not a goal.”
I like things orderly, but if I had to be messy with someone, it would be with her. All day long.
I wasn’t sure how telling West would go, but the text I got from him last night was all the confirmation I needed. It said, If I could build you a boyfriend like a Build-A-Bear, he would come out as Ford Grant. That was it. The only thing he said. I wrote back, Weird, but thanks.
Watching him in dad mode is a kink I never knew I had. Like, Ford was hot before, but make him all concerned and hyper-protective of a little girl who I’m also a huge fan of, and he becomes downright irresistible.
“You are worth every fucking penny!” he shouts, arms flung wide. “I’m careful with my money. I’m downright philanthropic. But this? This isn’t a game. I’m in love with you. This is pocket change compared to what I’d be happy to spend on you. There is no price too high to watch this asshole pay for every moment of misery and self-doubt he caused you.”
“Hear this, Rosie. You are worth every penny. Every fortune. Every investment. Every risk. You are priceless to me.”
“I left all safe bets behind, Ford. I don’t want a safe relationship. I don’t want a safe love.” His eyes dance between mine, and I forge ahead. “I want messy and snarky and…” I peek back over my shoulder at the old barn, transformed into a new office, before turning my gaze back on him. “I want a wild love. I want you, even though you make me want to push you into the lake and break your computer and throw paint all over your pristine floors. I want this feeling I have with you where it hurts to breathe when you get too far away, where my skin itches uncontrollably when you look at me. Where
...more
shake. “Because who the hell else would put up with me?” Then he drops his head to my chest and murmurs, “Putting up with you is my favorite thing to do.”
