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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.”
The scent of mint and sage swirled around 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.”
one that had my ovaries crying out to make mini Copes here and now—I knew one thing. I was so totally screwed.
You told me you deleted this, you asshole.
I lied.
Tell Thea she’s a traitor.
“That’s my girl!” Walter shouted from behind the counter. “You show ‘em, tiger!” “I’m not your anything, you old coot!” she shouted back. “You will be once you break down and marry me,” Walter called.
That was the thing about Arden. She wasn’t afraid of stillness. She moved and spoke only with purpose, though not because the world around her told her she needed to.
“It’s a messy business being human. We hurt, and we get hurt.”
They met you wherever you were and surrounded you with love and acceptance.
“Could still be getting up to some dry humping. I’m kinda partial to that myself.” “Lolli!” I clipped. She just glared at me. “I thought I could count on you not to be a stick in the mud.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Someone save me from this nightmare.”
“Life isn’t perfect. It’s not always sunshine and rainbows. It’s about finding people who will weather the storm with you. Who will find ways to dance in the rain.”
“Please, tell me you’ll move to Seattle and open a bakery. Hell, move to Seattle and marry me.” One of the enforcers choked on a laugh. “Uh, Frankie, you may wanna reconsider those words. Reaper looks like he’s about to straight-up murder your ass.” Frankie shoved another bite of cupcake into his mouth. “Don’t care. It would be worth it.”
