The Right Side of Forever (The Perfect Duet, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

“But it will be okay,” Sage says, linking her fingers with Colby. “We will have each other and it will be an amazing journey.” Someone hit me upside with a baseball bat. Please. Anybody!

Unexpected anger takes over as I realize another man has marked her, a man I don’t know, a man I already loathe.

“How dare you imply I’m a loose cannon.” “You are, but it’s why I love you.” The moment the words fall from my lips, my eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. Shit. “Like a friend,” I awkwardly add quickly. “It’s why I love you like a friend.” She’s silent. I’m silent.

“You know that’s a legit concern of mine. Being found naked and dead somewhere. It’s bad enough I’m dead, but do I really have to be naked too?”

“I’m fucked up, Samantha.” “Aren’t we all in some way?” She grins, knowing she just shocked the hell out of me with that answer. “It’s really how we let the fucked-up part of our life affect us that defines who we are as a person.”

“The left side of perfect is the kind of soul-baring perfect that shows your every flaw for the world to see . . . the imperfect.”