Manhattan (Becker Brothers #3)

by Kandi Steiner

He looked up at me, his shaggy brown hair blowing in the wind, and then he scooted over — once, twice — and reached out his hand for mine. And that was it.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to kiss me, Michael Becker,” I said, voice trembling and hoarse. One lone tear slipped from my left eye, and I swiped it away before it could fall past my cheek bone. “How dare you do it when you’re thinking about her.”

“What’d you do?” “What does every man do?” “Something stupid, that’s for sure.”

“I always have, ever since we were kids. But, now… I am in love with you. I am, without a doubt, head over heels, can’t get enough, want you every day, need you every night, stupidly and disgustingly in love with you.”

“I’m the girl who reads about the fairy tale ending — not the girl who gets one.”

If he wouldn’t choose me, then I have no other choice but to do it myself.”

Mom was just a coverup for all the real-life superheroes in the world, because I could never imagine being strong or wise or patient enough to do what a mom could.