A Little Broken (The Little Things #5)

by Kelsie Rae

Grabbing Tatum’s wrist, I warn, “Don’t disappear.” “And where would I go?” “Not sure even you know the answer to that.” I step even closer, dropping my voice low. “I know a runner when I see one.” “I thought you said you like the chase?” she volleys back.

The glimpse of the girl she seems to keep hidden when others are around. Or maybe it’s just me she’s hiding from. Nah, that’s not true. Seeing her with the rest of the guys is all the confirmation I need. This girl’s a vault, and I’ve always been a sucker for picking locks.

But the cool thing is, you’re the composer for this song, Tate. You and only you. You get to decide when you’re ready to move on, to let go, to choose when a new chord is played and what that chord is. Your sister, and her fiance, and Rory? They’re composing their own songs, but even if they’re at a different pace or in different keys, it doesn’t take away from yours.”

Bending down, I kiss her a third time. “So, about our date tonight…” “Mmm, yes,” she sighs against my mouth. “About that.” “Did you find a dress?” Her head bobs. “Maybe.” “And shoes?” She grins. “Good girl.”