My Return to the Walter Boys (My Life with the Walter Boys, #2)

by Ali Novak

Kissing him now, I knew our feelings were genuine.

may have finally opened myself up to the grieving process, but there was so much healing I had yet to do. One summer wasn’t near enough.

“Remember what you said at the beginning of summer about how the timing between us was never right?” I sniffed and wiped at my nose. “It still isn’t right, Cole.”

Something stirred in my gut at the sight. Cole was so good with his younger siblings—playful, but patient—and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find that hot as hell.

“Don’t worry about that,” Cole told him, his eyes soft. “This will be my treat. Just you, me, and Zack Attack. How does that sound?” “Can I get a Happy Meal and a milkshake?” Cole grinned and ruffled Benny’s hair. “Chocolate or vanilla?”

That’s what made grief so difficult to overcome; no matter how much effort you put in to moving on, it was always lurking below the surface, ready to pop up at any moment and leave you reeling.

Logic and reasoning had a bad habit of failing me when it came to Cole. And when he complimented me? It was like my brain turned into mush.

Deep down, I knew I wasn’t nervous because I was here with any old boy: it was because I was here with him.

but as long as we were spending time together, I was happy to do whatever.