Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)

by Sarah Adams

“Good. Life can be a little shit sometimes. But shit also makes great fertilizer.” She pats the back of my hand that’s holding hers. “Grow from your experiences, don’t let them smother the light out of you.”

It’s okay that time is moving and changing. Maybe it’s okay if I move and change too.

Jack. My Jack.

I’m afraid of how much I love you.

Noah grins at Amelia and wraps his arm around her shoulder to pull her into his side and kiss her temple.

he fits perfectly here.

It’s not that I care for some aspects of you, not that I care for you when you’re in a good mood…I care for you always. I want you, always. The good, the bad, and the in-between. I. Want. You. Sharp edges, hot tempered, fiercely protective, gooey heart…all of it. All of you.

“Maybe not everything will end in hurt. But we’ll never know if we don’t try.”

But I can’t keep my feet from crunching over the gravel and grass to get to her. My entire body is dragging me to her like it knows she is safety.

“This sadness and loneliness that I have struggled to climb out of. And I don’t like for people to see me in those places, because I’m afraid if I do, I’ll be even harder to love.”

forehead. “I love you too, Emily…I don’t need anything from you other than for you to unlock the door for me so I can come lie with you when the darkness is too heavy to crawl out of. And if you need to fight, you can fight with me. And if you want to make love, make it with me.”

“You think you’re unlovable, but I think I’ve never known how to love until knowing you.”

“Let’s not regret anything.

I’m hungry for more of Jack.

he’s mine.

“And to think you consider yourself hard to love.” I kiss her temple. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

We’ll see about that. I’m very good at winning people over. It’s all in the long game.

“Ranger was actually the name of the stuffed bear I slept with as a kid. He was the first comforting thing in my life, and so it felt right to give that name to the next comfort too. My books.”

Aaawwww

Annie Walker, down on one knee.

Fucking stupid

“Yes, Annie. A million times, yes. I would love to marry you.”

Eewww

And I get to be part of it.

I’m trying to focus on the conversation with the guys, but how can I when a woman like Emily exists and is leaning over the bar top? Impossible.

Just deciding I’ll do whatever is necessary to make sure I get to spend the rest of my life with this woman.