So Not Meant To Be (Cane Brothers, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

Trust me, if this was a real date, it would not have gone like this.” “If this was a real date, I would’ve bent you over this table and spanked your ass for the way you’ve spoken to me.” My eyes widen. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.”

For fuck’s sake, who’s taking care of them?” “Hey, JP, dude . . . are you having a mental health crisis?” “No,” I shout and stand. “I’m not. I’m just a concerned citizen.

“And how do you suppose I go about doing that?” “I have some ideas, but I don’t think saying them right now is going to help you. Not sure you’ll retain anything. I’m going to text you, and you can read it in the morning, when your mind is . . . fresh.” “I’m fresh as fuck right now.” “It’s cute that you think that.

“Smelling.” “Smelling?” she asks, her face tightening in confusion. “What are you smelling?” “The wall,” I answer, and then to my horror, I spin around, plant my nose right on the wall, and take a big old whiff.

“Not sure I’ll ever get used to you tossing me a compliment. You’ve despised me for so long.” “I didn’t despise you. You were just . . . irritating.” “Looks like I did a good job irritating you into my arms.”

“What I’m about to say to you isn’t a moment in time to simply rectify our relationship. It’s me, speaking from the heart, letting you know how I feel, because I can’t go another day without you knowing.” He wets his lips and says, “I love you, Kelsey. I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you from the moment I watched your face fall during that first pitch. And I know, for the rest of my life, I won’t stop loving you, ever, because you were meant to be with me. I know, deep in my soul, to the very marrow of my bones, that you’re my girl, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”