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I might have ruined pizza and beer. Also smoothies. Still not sorry
For those of you who came here after the B&B ice cream and just read the L&L triggers and thought, “She’s not really serious about the pizza … right …?”This one’s for you.
Unfortunately, he seemed to catch on that he was in trouble and nearly got away. I guess I gave him a big clue with my failed attempt to shoot out one of his tires when he refused to pull over. Cackling maniacally as I waved the gun out the window probably didn’t help either.
“Exactly. So thank you for your totally unnecessary judgments, Budget Batman,”
Lark Montague is beautiful. And I have to stop staring like a feckin’ creep.
“You had your tongue in my mouth.” “I’d hate to remind us both, Blunder Barbie, but you kissed me.” “And you let me. You fucking knew it was me.” “Clearly, I did not, or I would have taken my chances with the fire escape.” “There is no fire escape.” “Pre-feckin’-cisely.”
“Lark never took the Covaci name,” Ethel says, her voice low and quiet. “She always said she would never leave that piece of her dad, Sam, behind. But she did it. For you.” I can feel Lachlan watching me in the rearview. But I can’t bear to meet his gaze. “Your wife just broke her family’s heart,” Ethel says. “And she did it to save your life.”
Every time I gain a little ground, I want more. I want to break out of the shade and back into her light. Without even realizing it, I’ve become addicted to it. To her.
But I’m determined to savor her. Even if it’s torture the whole way home. And Lark loves torture.
“My feckin’ catastrophe,” he says as his thumb coasts across my cheek. “You fucking destroyed me. And now I can’t imagine being anything but the man that I am with you.”
“Regardless, I’m proud of you, yeah?” “You’re my husband, sweetie. You’re kind of supposed to say that.” An adorable blush creeps into Lachlan’s cheeks before he clears his throat and gruffly asks Conor for a time check.
I look at my reflection, I see the beauty of being stripped down to my core. It has nothing to do with the makeup that still clings to my eyes or the foundation that’s been washed away. It’s got everything to do with the person I see in the mirror matching the woman I feel like inside. One who doesn’t hide behind what the world wants to see. There’s no practiced smile, no facade to keep others from being inconvenienced by my emotions. I’m in pain and I look like I’m hurting. I’m in love and I look like I’m living.
I like the woman looking back at me. I think my aunt would be proud of her too.
“You feckin’ catastrophe. Don’t you ever. Ever. Do that to me again,” he grits out
“Getting kidnapped by a psychopath? I’m not planning on any do-overs, Batman,” I whisper
“No. Forcing me to not ch...
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“You’re brave as hell. But you’re my person, Lark. I can’t do...
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“You’re my wife, Lark Kane,” Lachlan whispers,
“And I’m not letting you go.”
Lachlan’s arms tighten around me. And he keeps his promise. H...
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“I am madly in love with you, Lachlan Kane,” she says, jabbing her finger in my direction as though punctuating each word. “And I am also just madly mad. Don’t you ever give me divorce papers again.” “I promise, duchess.” A burst of hope and relief and joy floods my chest. They are feelings I thought I’d never have, a life I never thought I’d live. Not until I made the choice to let Lark in. “I love you, Lark Kane.”
To Avina St. Graves, thank you for letting me include a little snippet of Death’s Obsession. Lachlan loved it, haha!
sage advice (and the bottle of moonshine in the sketchy alley, it went down a treat).
And Lauren Biel, who is always up for a batshit-crazy brainstorming session, I’ll get that boxcar romance out of you yet!
