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“What else do you need?” “How about arrest warrants? Bodies buried in the backyard? Unusual fetishes?” He leaned in. Close. She could smell his soap. Something with a little spice. She could feel his breath on her face. Harper parted her lips. Her breath caught. “Define ‘unusual.’”
He could thwart a bank robbery and deliver a baby on his lunch break and the only thing he’d volunteer was that he had a BLT.
“Baby, I just can’t. I’m not… ready. And if I were, you would be the first to know it. But I just can’t take my focus off work and deploying. I know that if I were inside you, I’d lose complete fucking control, and that can’t happen. I just don’t have room in my life for you.”
“Life moves pretty fast. There’s not a lot of room for coulda, shoulda, woulda,”
“I’d like to dedicate this song to one of the women I’ve been lucky enough to love in this lifetime. I don’t deserve you, Harper, but I hope you won’t hold that against me because I love you with every piece of me.”
