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“Don’t love me like a martyr,” she whispers thickly, strangled with emotion. “Love me like a hero. Jump without looking back.” Her eyes pinch shut, releasing more tears while she inhales shakily. “Fight for me. Save us.”
“Yes?” he answers. I don’t see him, just an open book hiding his face, but at a weird angle that makes it hard to read the title. He’s at the kitchen counter with his phone, most likely propped against a beer bottle. “Whatcha reading? Maybe I can tell you how the story ends.” He eyes me over the top of the book with a single peaked brow. “Is it a mystery?” “No.” “Fantasy?” “No.” “Romance?” “No.” I sigh. “I give up.” He lowers the book. “Have you read a lot of books about World War II generals? What are the chances of you being able to spoil the ending?” “I’ve read zero books about World War II
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“You’re a little frisky tonight. Frisky Fitz. Why is that? Does reading about World War II generals get you hard?” “What makes you think I’m hard?” I set down my soup spoon and shrug off my shirt. “Jesus. What are you . . .” He picks up his phone and heads up the stairs. “Will could have been on the sofa. Or young children could have been watching.” I giggle, returning to my chili in my soft pink bra and black pants. “Whose children?” “Sometimes I mentor young firefighters.” “Liar.”
“Sorry, you’re going to have to put your shirt back on, and I’m going to have to stop stroking my dick if we’re going to have a serious conversation.” I spit out my chili the second the spoon reaches my lips. “Stop.” Wiping my mouth, I laugh. And I also thread my arms through my shirt and pull it over my head. He brushes his hand on his shirt like he’s wiping it off. I shake my head. “Only the king of SPAM would masturbate to a can of soup.”
support me, because she was the one who told me to stay single. Never have kids. No one to miss you so much they try to take their own life the way she did after losing my parents, my sister, and my grandpa. Want to
“Of course she’ll say yes. But seriously, Fitz, you better have a long spiel of romantic things to say first. And don’t think getting down on one knee is too cliché. It’s timeless. In her heart, every girl wants her man to get down on one knee.” “It’s symbolic of the rest of your life, buddy. She will break you like a horse. And you will be brought to your knees.”
“I think you’re the one who’s blind. If you look at that woman and see your past, then you’re not only blind, you never saw her in the first place. And that means you don’t deserve her. She’s infinitely too good for your sorry ass.”
“What the hell, Mare?” Will dives toward her to retrieve the remote. “No. I promised Evette we’d all go caroling with them tonight. So get your asses off the sofa, and be ready in five.” She slides the remote down her shirt and into her bra. “I love that you think that’s going to stop me. I’ve seen plenty of tits. Your tiny ones won’t even faze me.” Will smirks. Maren flips him the bird before strolling into the kitchen.
“It’s time, buddy. Go bring our girl home, or else I will burn down the shed, kick your ass to the curb, and put a ring on her finger myself.”
“But I’m him.” My fingertips stroke the back of her neck. “When the world’s most fascinating woman stops by my work on a random Wednesday and offers me sex, I’m him. I’m the guy who will drop everything to have sex with her.”
“I will love you like a hero. Jump without looking back. I will fight for you. I will save us.” Her soft laugh comes out as a tiny sob. “You’re him.” She kisses me. “You will always be him.”
He removes the lid from the jar. “Letting go is hard.” He steps behind me, places his hands over mine, and we scatter the remains together. Emotion stings my eyes. He presses his lips to my neck and kisses me. “Scattering human remains without a permit can result in a five-hundred-dollar fine and up to six months in jail.” I laugh, despite the tears. “I have a permit.” “Liar.” He nips at my earlobe. “You’re such a rule follower.”
