My Rules (Kingston Lane, #2)

by T.L. Swan

“Henley is a big boy, and if he wants to go to Vegas, he can go to Vegas,” Juliet repeats. “Thank you.” I smile. “This is why we are marrying you, sweet Juliet.” “I’m not marrying you, Blake,” she replies dryly. “So you think.”

“How do you want me?” “I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me for years now.” “Will you behave?” I smirk. “Are you ever serious?” “Not if I can help it.”

if you always do what you’ve always done, you will always be where you always were.”

“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.”

“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.”

“The only person who is in danger of getting their heart broken around here is me.” “You?” I cry. “How the hell are you in danger of anything?” “See, here’s where you and I are different. You’re scared of falling in love with me.” “And you’re not scared of that?” I cry. “I’m already in love with you!”