Tru Blue (The Whiskeys: Dark Knights at Peaceful Harbor, #1)

by Melissa Foster

“I want to wrap you up in me until you can feel how much I want you. I want to make you feel as wanted as you make me feel, because I want you, Gemma—all of you. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like this is my first time.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve realized with Kennedy and Lincoln,” he said quietly, “it’s that whether they’re yours in the traditional sense or not doesn’t matter. The heart doesn’t care about bloodlines or birth parents. It just seems to know how to love in the same way our lungs know how to breathe.”

“You’re mine, sweet girl. Only mine.”

“Sweet girl, I can’t offer you glamour or glitz, but I can offer you ice-cream stains, homemade fairy tales, and midnight kisses.”

“And a family who adores you. If you’ll have us. I’ll even let you write that article you’ve been bugging me about if you will marry me. Will you be my wife, Gemma? Will you marry us?”