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“If this is my consolation prize for getting my ass handed to me at pool, I’d lose to you every day of my life.”
“Take it from me,” Nate said with a grin. “There’s a thin line between love and hate.”
Our hands touched for a split second. I cursed under my breath as the sparks between us danced in the afternoon light.
Rule Number One: Committing crimes is not a group project. Do that shit by yourself and leave everyone else out of it. Rule Number Two: Don’t start fights. Finish them. Rule Number Three: Don’t try to hustle a hustler.
“You both think your little spats are harmless. They’re not. You two picking at each other is the spark that will start a wildfire. It doesn’t seem like it’ll affect anything until it’s all burning down. You have to sacrifice something when you dig a fire line, but it’s necessary to keep the burn from spreading. It’s time to decide what’s worth saving: your pride or your longevity.”
Rule Number One: When you’re holding a grudge, don’t think about how attractive the object of your hatred is. Rule Number Two: When you do think about how attractive she is, ignore it. It will go away. Probably. Rule Number Three: When you steal a car, it helps to have the keys.
“Because I stay up late and watch you.” He took my hand and laced our fingers, then pointed, trailing my finger along the glass pane. “I watch you get out of your car there and walk inside the restaurant. I watch you all night long when you stay overnight to keep the smoker going so I know you’re safe. I watch you walk from the restaurant to your car when you’re done for the night. You are my favorite view.”
“They remind me of you. Wildflowers grow where they want. Soil. Sand. Cracks in the sidewalk. Cities and open fields. They thrive in the worst conditions. And just when you think you’ve cut them down, they spring back up. They’re always the first thing to grow back after a wildfire as a reminder of hope and a little audacity.”
“I thought I could dig a fire line to keep us from going up in flames, but I can’t.” His eyes bore into mine with undeniable heat. “I’d burn it all down for you.”
“Wear flowers on your sleeve rather than your heart. You’ve bled enough, darling. Let yourself bloom.”
“My jacket’s yours, Len. I wasn’t waiting for Cass to order a new one for you. What’s mine is yours. That jacket. This land. My family. My name. I’m a prideful man, but I will lay it all down for you. Because you have me, too.”
those pretty brown eyes. Brown like the earth I worked day in and day out. Brown like the soil that had coated her when she showed up, rain-drenched on my doorstep. Brown like the dust that found its way into every part of me no matter how hard I tried to keep it out. Brown like the jacket that carried a storied legacy I would die for.
Just because there are clouds doesn’t mean the sun doesn’t exist. You don’t have to put up a front and pretend like it doesn’t hurt. Let it hurt. Let it heal. You don’t have to have all the answers right now.”
“I’ll plant you a million wildflowers, so you never open your eyes without seeing your beauty reflected back to you. I’ll build you that house with a glass roof, so the stars are never far. I’ll gladly give you my last name because I want you to be a part of this legacy. But I’d also take yours because you are the most important person in my life. I’d give it all to you, and I’d give it all up for you.”
