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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.”
“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?
“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.”
My first night here, and I’d already almost kissed Cope in his damn kitchen. Who knew where that would’ve ended? I needed to get a grip on my hormones and find some self-control. But as Luca came running into the kitchen, and Cope sent him the most devastating smile—one that had my ovaries crying out to make mini Copes here and now—I knew one thing. I was so totally screwed.
“Thank you, Warrior.” “I didn’t do anything.” Cope pulled back, his eyes shining. “You lent me your strength.”
Your body’s with me. But I’m greedy. I want all of you. Your mind, heart, and your fucking soul.”
“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.”
“Family isn’t defined by blood,” Cope said. “It’s defined by how we care about one another. How we show up in good times and bad. How we love one another.”
“I love you. With everything in me. All I am is yours. Brokenness and all.”
“I love you. Now. Tomorrow. Twenty years from now. Fifty. It’s never going to end.”
