ILY (Deaf Hearts, #2)

by Cora Rose

I am, just a little—just a tiny bit—unhinged right now. I can’t believe I went from a nationally certified ASL-English interpreter to a madman who scours the dark web.

I grab the bat with the nails glued to the end, which I realize is absolutely psychotic, but I don’t care anymore. I’m leaning in. Completely horizontally.

“He was flirting with you,” Echo says, and I arch an eyebrow at him. “Well, I feel very sorry for him. He has terrible taste in men.” Echo nudges me, and I glance up at him. “I think his taste is alright.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna pass on that drink.” I swipe at my eyes and glower at him. “Your loss. I saw heaven for a minute. It was very nice.” “Ha,” Echo says and then leans back, handing me the second glass. “Go on, then. Visit hell this time around.”

“You make everything better, you know? I was not expecting you.” I stare at him and stroke his cheek. “I wasn’t expecting you either.”

I hope I can go back to bed and wake up realizing this was all a dream and you aren’t some kind of law enforcement officer trying to arrest me. I want my goddamn stalker back, Thorne. I want the man who was showing up at my place at odd hours for blowjobs and cuddles.”

This is too complicated. I want to go back to groundhog hunting and insanity, please and thank you. It’s wild there, but it’s easier than feelings.