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“It’s impossible for you to live in someone’s shadow, Iz. You shine way too damn bright. You’re both your own unique brand of perfect.”
The island might be a reminder of my most painful memories, but it also housed all my very best ones, too. And unlike other people in my life, I wasn’t willing to lose the good memories just to keep out reminders of the bad.
Some wounds were too deep. Some history too painful. You could forgive, but you’d never forget.
Hunter reached out, his hands gripping her upper arms as he seemed to implore her to listen to him. I took two steps forward before stopping myself, the urge to rip his hands from her body so strong. But why? He wasn’t hurting her. They obviously had shit they needed to work out, but seeing him touch her…it burned low in my gut.
I’d never been an overly jealous person. But there was no denying that’s exactly what thrummed through my veins right now.
“These scars don’t make me ugly, Ford. They tell the world I’m a survivor.”
I’d loved him forever, and the price I’d have to pay now was the guilt. Guilt and knowing I’d never have the one thing my heart wanted above all others. Him.
“Just because it’s hard, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it. Sometimes, the greater the difficulty, the sweeter the reward.”
Ford rubbed the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. “Actually, your dad’s here. He’s in the kitchen with Crosby, Hunter, and the girls.” My face heated. “You had sex with me while my father was in the house?” Ford pressed his mouth into a hard line, as if he were trying really hard to keep from laughing. “You were the one who was all ‘show me, Ford.’” “I’m going to kill you.” It was going to be a slow and painful death, too.
