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For anyone who has loved someone not because they are perfect but because you manage to find beauty in all their shades of gray.
Yeah. Tabitha, sister of my new tenant, is hot, looks like she thinks I might have bodies buried in my basement, and has a mean handshake.
“I know, but only a total asshole breaks a pinky promise.” The woman is dead serious. And I’m too off-kilter to deny her.
He looks miserable and delicious all at once. That seems to be his brand.
And for the first time since life threw us at each other… I feel bad for him.
I wish I could say I don’t think about Tabitha. But that would be a lie. Because much like the very first time I met her, I can’t get the woman out of my head. Haven’t been able to for the past two years.
“You’re consistent at least.” “Consistent how?” “Consistently mean.”
This woman needs a target for her anger. Someone to blame so that she hurts a little less. And without even thinking it through, I decide I can be that person for her.
“Hey, asshole. I made you a bowl of carbonara so that I won’t have to hear your stomach all the way upstairs. I didn’t even poison it. Bon appétit and good night.” The door creaks as she closes it, but then it stops. Light spills down the stairs once again as she adds, “Oh, and I sleep with a gun under my pillow, so don’t try anything weird.” I drop my chin, and a smile curves my lips. Because I’m pretty sure that—in her own way—Tabitha Garrison was just nice to me.
When I become Wild Side, everything falls into place.
“Just fucking let me take care of you. Where is it?” He glances up at me, and my stomach bottoms out. All those dark features homed in on me. Him on his knees for me. Wanting to take care of me
I absently start a list of men I want to kill for looking at Tabitha like she’s their next meal. It’s irrational and out of character. But here I am, behaving irrationally and out of character.
“You know what I could tie a knot in? This long fucking neck. And then no one would have to tolerate your presence here.”
And if mocking me is what brings her joy, then whatever. I can take it.
“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me being a porn star. If you want to see me fuck someone, the bathroom is right there. Drag me in there right now, and you can watch in the mirror while I bend you over.”
Rhys has always given off big dick energy. But I know now it’s not so much energy as big dick knowledge. Big dick surety? Big dick guarantee
You bought me a cat. Romance is dead in this house.
Or maybe you don’t understand my love language? Rhys: Is it pettiness?
“If that guy pets my cat, I’ll tie a knot in his scrawny arm to match the one in his neck.”
“My wife this, my wife that. Did you know my wife owns that restaurant?
“Her name is Tabitha, not that you need to know. Because you? You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your fucking mouth.”
“I wish you weren’t seeing me like this.” My brow furrows. “Like what?” “At my worst.” I tip my head toward her. “Then it’s all uphill from here, baby. It’s going to make seeing you at your best so damn special.”
Does love start off as obsession? Because that’s what I am. Obsessed with my wife.
“No, it’s just deep. I can take it.” “Of course you can. Fucking look at you. You take it like you were made for me.”
I think here—on the wild side of the mountain—might be where you belong.”
