My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

“I’ve had the worst ten days feeling like absolute shit because you won’t speak to me, and I’ve missed you, and yet all you’re worried about are the feelings of your toxic ex.”

feeling like I’m in a bad episode of Pimp My Ride.

I’m too late. I finally realized how perfect Blake is, and he’s on a date with his dream girl.

“And we would have drunk a bottle of red wine and ordered dessert, and then by the end of the tiramisu . . . I would have known that you were the one.”

“I don’t need to wait for the tiramisu,” he whispers. My eyes search his as my heart free-falls from my chest. In slow motion, he leans over and kisses me, his lips barely brushing over mine, and huge butterflies swirl deep in my stomach. Oh . . . “Why not?” I whisper against his lips. “Because . . . I already know.”

“Because you were always promised to me.” Our kiss deepens. “You only married him so that you could find me.” He takes my face in his two hands as we kiss, and my eyes flutter closed. “I’ve been waiting for you,”

Rebecca’s the one.

“I’m already in love with you!” he yells so loud that the paint nearly peels off the walls. “And the fact that you don’t know that is a fucking red flag.”

the reality is that I want to keep being sad. Because sad is all I have left of her, and I’ll hang on to anything that I can.

I was blessed, because at least I got to know what it felt like to be loved by a man like him, even if only for a short period of time.