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“You should get a gun and a vibrator.”
“A gun and a vibrator? Interesting combination. There’s a high probability of a self-inflicted injury with either one.”
“God, I love how that dress looks on you,” I murmur in Jamie’s ear because I’m bored and seeing her blush entertains me. On cue, heat fills her cheeks. “I also love how I feel between your legs.” Melissa and her friend halt their bowel-reconstruction conversation, focusing on Jamie. “Are you okay?”
“Can it just be sex for you? Can the tattoos be nothing more than two people getting caught up in a moment of stupidity? Can it not be the end of the world and not be the beginning of anything? Can I not be the reason you don’t travel from job to job, following your dream?”
“I want you to be mine,” I breathe over her lips while my fingers slide along her bare shoulder to the back of her neck and the bandage hidden beneath her hair. “Until you leave.” She draws in a shaky breath. “But I can’t be yours.” “Why?” She pinches her eyes shut. “Because I never want you to feel that kind of loss. And you can’t lose what you don’t have.”
“No. That’s not an option. However, we need to get you two to the airport soon, so I’ll give you a few days to get your story straight, and then we’ll have a come-to-Jesus moment about this. Understood?”
“People who say they’re ‘built differently’ are usually not built differently. They’re afraid to feel. And they don’t want to admit it. They don’t want anyone thinking something’s wrong with them. But not wanting to feel certain emotions only makes you human. It’s basically the definition of self-preservation.”
“I will have a life, and it will be phenomenal. I will find him, and he will be mine. And to do that, I have to let you go.” My gaze climbs up his chest to his face—his oh-so-heartbreaking face. “But I’m okay with you never letting me go. I hope you think back to this moment when your life feels lonely. And if you only remember one thing, let it be this. On a random Wednesday, the world’s most fascinating woman stopped by your work and offered you sex. But you turned her down.”
A bear killed Dwight Keane’s wife. He chased the bear but lost the hunt. Until . . . he burned down thirty-two thousand acres of wildland to avenge his wife’s death. If it weren’t so tragic, it would be heroic. Dare I say romantic?
“Yet here I am. Fumbling my words and wallowing around outside my comfort zone because I made you my person, and you don’t fit in my life, but my life no longer fits me without you.”
I wanted him to say that, but I didn’t know it until two seconds ago. That’s the thing with love; it’s untimely, unannounced, and underestimated. It’s not a choice. It’s a state of being.
“Jaymes, if I were normal, I’d love you enough. The problem is, I’m not normal, so I’d love you too much.”
Jaymes isn’t the girl of my dreams. I never allowed myself that luxury. She’s the girl who has taught me how to dream.
“I will love you like a hero. Jump without looking back. I will fight for you. I will save us.”
I ground him. And he makes me soar.
