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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.
“Who doesn’t love a surprise, am I right?” “Me. I don’t love surprises.”
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.”
And if he’d told me she was struggling like he promised, maybe she’d still be here.
Oooh pinky promise breaker
So where would you have me go?” She spins away from me, tossing back over her shoulder, “To play in traffic, Daddy.”
He grumbles something that sounds an awful lot like, I don’t bite. It rumbles through the air between us and vibrates over my skin. It’s so deep that I feel it more than I hear it. I snort and volley back with, “I do though.”
Rhys Dupris may be easy on the eyes, but he’s a fucking nightmare for my heart.
“You’re consistent at least.” “Consistent how?” “Consistently mean.”
“I wouldn’t go to your room with you anyway, Rhys. You’re trying to fuck me over, not fuck me, remember?”
“You’re not allergic at all, are you? You big fucking drama queen!”
“Pettiness is my love language.” I’d wear that shirt!
“Yeah. Apparently, Cat Whiskers are not a common bridal choice, and he had to have them shipped in by special order.”
💀💀 but also 🥹
I wasn’t expecting Doris, who I’m told owns the bar, to be the one marrying us, but Tabitha insisted, and I have a record of sucking at saying no to her.
“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.”
Tabby: Nah. Millions of people are wrong. You’re actually married to a short, flat-chested, prickly chef from Buttfuck Nowhere, Canada. HAHA. Joke’s on them. Rhys: No. I’m married to a mega-hot brunette who makes the best carbonara in the world.
Either way, jittery is better than depressed.
I’d realized she could be both things at once and that my memories of her didn’t have to be all sunshine and rainbows for me to still love her.
But I’ve spent over a decade respecting this business. Tonight, I respected my marriage instead.
Good news and bad news. That’s the thing with me. They always go hand in hand.
“Why are you mean-mugging me?” She flattens her lips but doesn’t look up. “Sorry, I’ll try to gaze at you lovingly from where I’ve been exiled.”
“You can’t be mean to someone with a broken back.” Her eyes roll. “Your back isn’t broken. At this point, I’m more concerned about the concussion, because you’re acting a fool.”
“I pinky promise to always come back.”
“He has come to terms with the fact that he will be getting a new kidney along with a government tracking device.”
💀 I wouldn’t be against a crazy Clyde book 😂😂😂
And it strikes me that this is my favorite thing I’ve ever been.
