Broken Harbor (Sparrow Falls #3)

by Catherine Cowles

For all those who feel like they aren’t deserving of love. Spoiler alert, you are. Let that shit in.

“Mommy?” Luca asked, his voice barely audible now. “Yes, baby.” “Love you.” My chest gave a painful squeeze. “Love you more than bees love honey.”

My hands slipped from the jack crank. “Mother frickin’ son of a biscuit-eating grandma.”

“I may miss a lot of things, but one of those will never be how fucking gorgeous you are. Doesn’t matter if you’re covered in grease or flour or have dark circles you’re drowning in. None of it will take away an ounce of your beauty.”

So why was it that the bad boy of hockey was the one to see through it all? Why was he the one who saw…me?

“The Clek Oobr one. Those mommy blogs said it was the best. And I had one of the experts come and install it. Blogs said it was important to get it in right.”

“Get your shit. Now. Luca’s, too,” Cope growled. My jaw went slack. “Excuse me?” Cope’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not staying in a place with no warm water. Not for one minute more. So, get your stuff. You’re moving in with me.”

“The color reminds me of your eyes. It felt like it was meant to be.” My gaze jerked to him. “My eyes?” “Turquoise. Like the Caribbean Sea. Could find a world of peace in those eyes.”

“Thank you, Warrior.” “I didn’t do anything.” Cope pulled back, his eyes shining. “You lent me your strength.”

Thieves was probably the most accurate term Thea could’ve picked. Because Cope was a damn thief. Without me realizing it and without my permission, he’d stolen my heart.

“You’re ready for me. Don’t worry, Warrior. It’ll fit.”

No, he hadn’t. “You’re way better than noble, Cope. You’re the best man I’ve ever known.”

What was it about those rough commands? My body instantly obeyed, my right foot lifting.

He took me in like he was studying some work of art in a museum. Something about the look in his eyes made me feel powerful beyond measure.

“All I’m asking is that we try. No half measures. All in. It may not work, but if we’re going to play with fire, let’s not settle for matches. We deserve fireworks and infernos.”

“I’ll always take care of you. Always.” Sutton just cried harder. “Don’t promise me that.” “Why not?” I asked, my voice dropping low. “Because if I lose that promise, I’ll break.” “Fuck,” I muttered. I cradled her against my chest. “I’m afraid it’s too late.” “Too late?” she croaked. My fingers sifted through Sutton’s hair, tangling in the strands. “I’m already in love with you.”

“I love you. With everything in me. All I am is yours. Brokenness and all.”

And then I whispered against her skin, “I love you. Now. Tomorrow. Twenty years from now. Fifty. It’s never going to end.”