A Love Most Fatal (Morelli Family, #1)

by Kath Richards

“I’m sorry,” I say, “but you’re the one who stopped short after a turn.” “Because there was a kid,” she yells, and god, why is she so pretty while she’s yelling at me?

“Stop yelling at me or I’m going to fall in love with you”-Nick Miller

“Why?” “Because I don’t know very many women.” “Flattering,” I say, wry. “And even if I did know many women, you might be the most beautiful one.”

“Beautiful for a monster?” she says, and I gulp. I don’t know how to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman, monster or not, that I’ve ever seen, and with every day that passes in her presence, I’m increasingly certain that there’s hardly a bad or cruel or monstrous thing about her.

“I love you,” he says, pauses, then rushes on, “I am criminally, fatally in love with you, and you can try to marry someone else, but I’m not going to leave. I like your house too much and I like you too much to ever be away from you.”