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And then those eyes come to mine. Warm and bright, sunshine and summer heating me from the tips of my toes all the way up to where it gathers in my chest and crawls into my cheeks.
“Wait,”
“You forgot something.”
“Can’t be all that important if I’ve managed...
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“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.”
“I know, I know. You’re never wrong, and it’s absurd of me to even suggest it. But humor me, just this once?”
“Proceed.”
“You see, you forgot to ge...
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“And it would be heartless of me to let you walk away without it.”
“Mmm. A considerate man, are we?”
“...
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“Emmett Brodie, at your service, my queen.”
“Now, since you never, ever forget important things…” He roots around in his back pocket, producing a phone. “You were about to give me your number.”
“My, you’re eager. Aren’t you going to ask my name first?”
“Nah. Already know it.”
With a perfect, wide grin, Emmett Brodie deposits his phone into my hand. It’s opened to the New Contact page, except the name field has...
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“C’mon, Mrs. Brodie. The quicker we get through the formalities, the quicker we get to the fun stuff, like my ring on your finger and you in my bed for the rest of our lives.”
But that man out there? He’s not just six-foot-plus of golden locks, sky-blue eyes, and a panty-dropping grin highlighted by an impeccably carved jawline. He’s also … witty. Confident. Slightly arrogant, and deservedly so.
“But one look is all it took to know you had to be mine. I don’t deserve you now, but I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making up for that, and when I die, I’ll be a worthy man.”
“I fucking knew it,” is all he whispers before he wraps my legs around his waist. He dips his face, and when he breathes mine against my lips, my heart restarts. This kiss.
This kiss is everything you ever dream of. It’s shaking hands, biting nails, suffocating grips. It’s hot breath, lashing tongues, hungry moans, and desperate whimpers. It’s realizing that everyone before him has meant nothing, because this? This is what it feels like to be alive. To want something so bad all semblance of control leaves my body on a single breath. I want to give it up, all of it, the power I always squeeze tightly in my fist, and let him take it, wield it however he sees fit. I don’t have to wonder if I trust him enough; I just … do.
“This pussy was handmade by the gods.” “Gonna be destroyed by one too.”
“Destroyed for anyone but me.”
“You think you ...
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“Not yet, but I’m...
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That’s my husband. At my side every step of the way. Fingers tangled in mine. Eyes that see it all. I knew myself before him. Knew who I was, what I was worth. But when he walked into my life three and a half years ago, my fate was sealed.
There would never be a me again without Emmett Brodie. There was Cara Hunter, the woman who was happy and capable of doing it all on her own. And then there was Cara Brodie, the woman who’d never need to do anything alone again, but with the man who reminded her day in and day out that she could.
I was unstoppable before Emmett. With him, I’m...
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“Don’t let the voices win,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine. “They don’t know you the way I do. They don’t know your fight. My loud girl doesn’t let anyone else dictate the rules. Me and you, Care? We build our own rules.”
Because the thing about family is that we all need each other at one point or another. Because sometimes we can’t bear the weight on our own. Can’t remember how. Can’t remember how strong we are, and everything we’re capable of.
Not a word is spoken as we stand here, but through the silence, I feel every thought, every wish, every ounce of their strength, and the way it becomes mine too. My eyes fall shut, and I sink into the love, the endless support that I wouldn’t know how to survive without. And I feel … hope. I feel hopeful.
“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” “Of course not. You already have a husband.”
Being with him is like stepping into the light, lifting my face to the sky, and bathing myself in everything warm and good and safe, not knowing how I ever lived before my soul found his.
“I’m going to marry you, Cara. I see my future as clear as day.”
“Yeah? What’s it look like?”
Emmett cups my cheek, resting his forehead against mine. “...
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“Do you know what you are, baby? You’re strength personified. You’re a forest fire, burning the bridges that hold you back. You’re a wildflower, rising again and again, growing without abandon, no matter the weather. You’re a firefly, baby. When the stars are tired, you light your own way, and the way for everyone else, too.”
“You, Cara Brodie, are a once-in-a-lifetime woman, and you can do anything.”
“Your smile, your legs, that red dress you wore the night we met, your hand on my chest when we fall asleep each night, and the way you look first thing in the morning.”
“What?”
“Five things I love about you for every second the needle is in you.”
You are brave. You are fierce. You’re Cara motherfucking Brodie.
“There’s only one you,”
“And somehow, in this whole world, you’re mine.”
“I love you, Cara. And I don’t care that it’s only been three weeks, and maybe you think I’m a little crazy. I’ve been crazy since the day I took one look at you and told myself you were it for me, and I’ll be crazy for the rest of my life, because there’s nothing sane about the way I love you.”
Emmett might have been the one that forced us together, but I’ve been hanging on with all my might since. My heart hasn’t been mine since the day we met. Now, it wanders around outside my body, and that’s as powerful as it is terrifying.
There’s something special, something rewarding, about being someone’s safe place—when the strongest person you know trusts you enough to hand over their struggle for a minute or two. Lets you hold it. Take care of it.
“I’m never ready to say goodbye to you, Care. Think about retiring every season just so I don’t have to be away from you.”
“You do not,”
“I do. You’re the only thing in this world I love more than hockey, and you win by a fucking landslide.”
