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Never be afraid to hold tight to your dreams. Big or small, they are yours and yours alone. Find yourself a dandelion and make a wish… And never stop believing. “Where some see a weed, others see a wish.”
Because Saylor Woodson didn’t need to be okay on my behalf. I’d walk through fire to make sure she was safe.
Maybe protecting my best friend’s little sister was just what I needed. She needed me, and maybe, in a weird way, I needed her, too.
Yeah, how about you pack your shit and go on over to the Outback and order yourself some shrimp on the barbie, you fake Australian motherfucker.
Saylor Woodson was my girl. Not in a sexual or inappropriate way, but in an I’d-walk-through-fire-and-kill-for-you kind of way.
I got back to work, because making her dreams come true was just as good as making my own dreams come true. Maybe even better.
Let the people I love the most have everything their hearts desire. It’s what I always wished for.
“Don’t be afraid of the dick, Dandelion. It’s my favorite piece of equipment.”
“You want the truth? I’ll give it to you. I’m so fucking attracted to you it’s painful. I haven’t been with a woman in months, and nobody knows that. I think about you all the time. But I’ve never been in a relationship. I don’t know if I’m capable. But that is on me, not on you. You are enough, I can assure you that. You are so much more than enough. I get off to thoughts of you every fucking day. Don’t you ever say that you aren’t enough because there is no one that compares to you.”
“I sometimes wonder if maybe I’ve always been single because the only girl I really ever wanted was the one I couldn’t have.”
“Will, you’ve been coming to my diner since you were a toddler when you had the nickname Booger. I knew you when you were still shitting in your diapers. This is a romance bookstore. Lose the pretentious attitude or take a hike.”
I noticed these things because I’d been trained to notice. When you live in a home with a man who is unpredictable and violent, you quickly learn how to read the signs.
“When I close my eyes, I see you. Every fucking time. Whether there is a dandelion in my hand or I’m sitting in my car or I’m on a jobsite. I. See. You. It’s always been you. When I tattooed this flower on my body beside Ride or Die, it was because I knew then what I was too afraid to say aloud.” “What?” My voice shook as tears streamed down my face. “That I love you. I’ve always loved you. These last few months—this is what I’ve been wishing for. She’s standing right in front of me.”
