Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)

by Giana Darling

“But I’ve never been afraid of hard work, and I’ll work to deserve you.”

To be the best kind of lover, you have to be a fighter. Don’t stop fighting for him if you love him. I fought and literally almost died for Lion, and I’d do it again today, tomorrow, and any day following.”

King knocked into his dad with a laugh. “Sure, old man. You couldn’t even wait for Lou to graduate high school before you made her Mrs. Garro, so shut up about it.”

“Are you cryin’?” King asked Curtains who was dashin’ somethin’ from his cheek. Curtains scowled. “Fuck off, you’re the one who writes poetry.”

“It’s you. Because in all the darkest moments of my life, even lying in a fucking grave, the possibility of seeing you again was what I lived and fought for.”

I would wade through a lake of blood for you. I would dig ’til the bowels of hell opened under my raw, stingin’ hands. I would cut out my own heart and would barter with Satan himself if it meant keepin’ you safe. You’re mine if you’ll say I’m yours, and I’m keepin’ you forever.”

So, I’ll just say, I wanna marry you. Not next year, not in six months. Soon. Fuckin’ tomorrow. ’Cause I’m nearly forty-one years old and I finally got the love of my damn life and I don’t wanna waste another second. Marriage, babies, if you’ll have them with me. A dog, a cat, whatever the fuck. Any and everythin’ with you ’cause there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t give you if you asked.”

A buzzin’ filled my ears, somethin’ indecipherable that I was pretty sure, if I listened close enough, would have sounded like my inner self roarin’ fuck yeah again and again and again. ’Cause fuck yeah. This was it. Right now. In this moment. Pure, unfiltered happiness the kinds of which I’d never experienced before. On my forty-first birthday, I finally had every single thing I’d ever wanted, ever even dreamed about.

Sometimes, tryin’ to be good was more than good enough.