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I would like to dedicate this book to the alphabet, for those twenty-six letters have changed my life. Within those twenty-six letters I found myself, and now I live my dream. Next time you say the alphabet, remember its power. I do every day.
“I think I’m better equipped to write a story on premature ejaculation.
His close proximity steals my breath, and like a wave in the ocean, arousal swims between us. “Can you feel that?” he breathes. I nod because it’s undeniable. “I’m so sexually attracted to you that it’s insane,” he whispers. “From the first moment I saw you on that plane.”
“When you said you had a car, I thought you meant you had a Toyota . . . like a normal person,” I stammer. “What if I crash it?” “As long as you’re not injured, I don’t care.”
“I told her that I want to build a future with you.”
“I also told her that I’ve had feelings for you since the day we met and that you are the only woman I want to be with from here on in.”
“It means that I’m all yours.” He shrugs. “If you want me.” What? All mine?
“Meaning that my woman is my world.”
“I work hard . . . but I love harder.”
“I’m in love with you, Emily Foster.” He leans in and kisses me slowly. His tongue swipes through my open lips with such emotion that I get a lump in my throat. “I can’t help it. I tried to stop it, and I couldn’t. I think I’ve loved you since our first night together in Boston. You stayed with me. I fought it, and still, I couldn’t forget you. I’ve been carrying your scarf around like a lovesick fool for more than a year.”
“So please forgive me if I want to go full steam ahead. This is not a snap decision. It’s been coming for a long time, and now that I’m in a position to act on it, I don’t want to waste any more time. I want you with me. By my side.”
“Now I’m going to eat this beautiful dinner that you’ve made for me, and then I’m going to take you to bed and make you forget everything that I said to you about not falling for me, and then, hopefully, you can show me that you have some kind of resemblance of feelings for me too.”
“If you walk out that door now, we are over forever,” I whisper. His eyes hold mine. “I know.”
“Go to hell,” I spit. His haunted eyes hold mine. “I’m already there.” He turns and walks out the door. It clicks quietly behind him.
To be honest, I’m just angry, mostly with myself for meeting him last night and being his puppet once again.
As you should be.
“When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.” My chest constricts at the significance of that statement. For weeks now, I’ve refused to believe that Jameson Miles was coldhearted. He is, though; no matter how the man I thought I knew presented himself . . . his reality is a lie. “Jim doesn’t exist,” he said. My phone rings, and the name Tristan lights up the screen. I frown. “Hello.” “Oh my God, Em. They think they’ve found it.” I sit up. “What?” “Lara Aspin’s computer—there’s evidence on there that it was used to log in to our bank accounts.”
I loved you . . . and you were my dream.
“When someone shows themselves to you . . . believe them.” He frowns, not understanding. “I finally believe you, Jameson.” “Believe what?” “That you’re a coward.” He clenches his jaw. “That you’re too scared to love me.” Our eyes are locked, and an undercurrent of anger runs between us. “And I deserve someone who knows that I’m worth the risk.” He clenches his jaw as he watches me. “You’re just not brave enough to love me.”
“Falling in love with you is what isn’t fair. I never stood a chance . . . you knew that all along. You keep your heart in a tightly sealed Miles-High icebox, only to be looked at.”
“Don’t let the love of your life walk away because you’re scared that you’re going to lose her.”
“When I find my woman, I’ll move heaven and hell to keep her.”
“Being in love is like being on a deserted island, Jameson. You focus on them and them only, and you make everything else fit around that person.”
“You’re still gorgeous when you’re angry . . . you know that?”
“God . . . I’ve missed you, Em,” he whispers.
“Please,” he murmurs into my hair. “I love you.”
Cheesecake for my cheesecake. xoxoxo
“I can’t live without you, Em. I’ve been so fucking miserable that it’s been unbearable.”
“I love you, cheesecake,” he whispers.
I’m officially a pushover. Weak as water.
Mr Miles, thank you for the upgrade. It is very much appreciated. Tell me, was the second seat for you or to make sure I didn’t sit next to someone else?
My dear Miss Foster, I am outraged that you would think I could be so calculating. Of course, I don’t want you sitting next to anyone else. I know how irresistible you are. xoxox
Although, if I wasn’t playing hard to get and being non-pushy. I would have taken you on the company jet and initiated you to the real Miles High Club. You wouldn’t walk for a week. Enjoy the peaceful silence. xoxox
Maybe I’m too good for him and his shit . . . there’s no maybe in that sentence—I know I am.
“You listen, and you listen good. I don’t want anyone else. I’ve been promiscuous since I was eighteen years old. I’ve slept with a lot of women . . . and I mean a lot of women. You are the only person I have ever had this connection with. The only woman I have loved like this. So don’t you dare throw that shit at me about wanting someone else. Have I ever given you any reason to doubt me?”
“If you don’t want me, then fine, I’ll leave. But don’t let me hold out and try desperately to make things work when you’re obviously not going to let me in.”
Forgiveness is a choice.”
“Because I want you to know that you come first to me now. All of this shit—my money, my apartment, my job, New York—it means nothing if I’m fucking miserable, Emily. And believe me, I am fucking miserable without you. If you want to live in a tent in the back of bumfuck nowhere, we can.”
to love is to be brave.
Emily deserves more than a drunk.
With him, I am home.
I’m completely and utterly in love with this man.
“The things I would do for you, Emily Foster, the things I would do.”
“I could be anything, Emily Foster . . . as long as I’m with you.”
