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“You have a smart comeback for everything, don’t you?” “It’s easy to win a war of words when your opponent is a donkey.”
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Not killing yourself wasn’t an act of cowardice. It was an act of courage. It takes so much more bravery to keep living when you’re in pain than it does to give up.”
“Lili isn’t the only single woman in the Caruso family.” It takes him a moment before he understands. Then he puffs out an astonished breath. “Now put the gun down and send someone to go get Mamma.” “What do you need her for?” I exhale, barely able to believe the words about to come out of my own mouth. “She has to alter a wedding dress.”
The only thing that manages to make it past my lips is a hoarse “What the fuck?” She says quietly, “You wanted a wife, Quinn. You got one.”
Quinn interrupts vehemently, “I do. To all of it. Now get to the kissing part.” “You can’t kiss her until she says her vows!” “Then get on with it!”
“Suit yourself. Here’s the question: did you…” She pauses to rethink it. “How have you been taking care of your needs for the last decade?” “How have you been taking care of yours?” “Romance novels and battery-powered devices.” Her bluntness makes me chuckle. “You can throw them all away. You won’t need them anymore.” Her cheeks turn pink. She purses her lips.
“I’ve downgraded the intense dislike I feel for you to a generalized mild loathing. Now hurry up and fuck me again before your ego gets too big and smothers me.” “That’s your idea of a compliment?”
“I guess I like that they’re written for women. The whole world is made to please the male gaze, but romance novels only care about what we want. What we need. They’re specifically for our pleasure. Some of the stories are great escapist fantasies.”
“Are we done fighting now?” “Probably not.” “Great. Thanks for the heads-up.”
“I have a question for you.” “And I have an answer. Whether I’ll admit it or not remains to be seen.” What I wouldn’t give for a Taser right now.
With a hint of pride in his voice, Quinn says, “She makes everything from scratch.” Declan says forcefully, “Don’t tell me you make homemade pasta!” When I nod, he groans. “Spider, you lucky bastard!” With arched brows, Sloane turns to Declan. “Why, exactly, is he so lucky?” Avoiding her searing gaze and an answer that might cost him a testicle, he takes a long drink from his wineglass.
“Make me believe you’re mine.”
“You want me to get you pregnant.” I groan. He laughs, and it sounds crazed. “That’s why you begged me to come inside you, baby. You want me to knock you up.” “What I really want is to go back in time to before we had this stupid conversation.” “Oh, no,” he says, still laughing. “That cat’s out of the bag, lass. You might not want to be my wife, but you want to grow my babies in your belly. Five of them.” “I feel like this is a good time to remind you that I’m perfectly capable of murder.”
