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

by Melissa Foster

She looked down at her sleeve to see if her heart had slid out from her chest. This man did not need to change. He was perfect just the way he was.

I would rather have had nothing and been loved like I was everything than have everything and feel like a commodity for them to show off.”

“In a perfect world,” she said softly, “we both would have had loving parents, and you never would have faced what you did. We didn’t grow up in a perfect world, but you’re my perfect.”

You’re not oppressively protective, Tru Blue. You’re lovingly protective. There’s a huge difference.”

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