Lead (Stage Dive, #3)

by Kylie Scott

Lucky it wasn’t that far because even with the head start, he was gaining fast. Given he liked jogging and I liked pie, this was to be expected.

“Are you happy there, Jimmy, living in denial? Is the weather nice this time of year?”

“You can’t affect what people think, Lena. They wanna think the worst, they will. I’m not wasting energy trying to make everyone happy. I have enough on my hands just keeping my own shit together.”

“Quiet, Jimmy,” ordered Mal. “The adults are talking.”

“Sometimes things that make the least sense are the most true. Such is the mystery of life.”

Then Mal let out a loud wailing noise. “I hate it when mommy and daddy fight!”

“Ah, I see,” said Mal, still buttoning up his jeans. “Interesting. I’m going to tell you what I told Killer at puppy training today when he tried to mount a teacup poodle he’d only just met. If she means something to you, you gotta do the woo, son. You can’t

“Don’t hate me, Lena,” he whispered. “You want to be mad at me when I do dumb things, that’s fine. But don’t ever hate me. I couldn’t take that, not from you.”

I’m pretty damn sure Dante meant to make weddings one of the levels of hell and just forgot.

need you to come back with me, please.” His breath warmed my ear. The heat of his body beckoned against my back. “I can’t stand not having you there, not knowing what you’re thinking, what you’re doing, not being able to tell you things and share them with you. It’s just … nothing’s the same. I hate waking up without you and I worry constantly that you’re okay, that you’ve got everything you need. Look, the truth is, I’m all about you, Lena. You’re my best friend. You’re my girl.”