Manhattan (Becker Brothers #3)

by Kandi Steiner

Every single woman over the age of forty had tried at one point or another to be his next wife after Mom had died, but he’d showed no interest. Your mom was my one and only, and that’s just that,

Aww

I didn’t want her to dance with Parker Morris… or with anyone else, for that matter. Because I wanted her to dance with me. With only me.

Yass

I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to kiss me.

“You’re my girl,” he said — effortlessly, like I always had been, like it was so obvious I should have already known. “I’d do anything for you.”

love you, too, Kylie,” he breathed, a smile flashing over his lips before it was gone again, and he swallowed. “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.”

Finally 🙌🏻🙌🏻

No, instead, it was t-shirts and underwear, and pizza straight out of the box, and our favorite movie rented off the hotel’s pay-per-view, and cuddles and talking until both our eyes were so heavy that we fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, warm and comfortable and safe.

“I’ve never been the girl who gets the guy,” I whispered, more to myself than to him now. “I’m not the pretty girl, the talented girl, the fun one every girl wants to be friends with and every guy wants to date.” I laughed, pointing my thumb into my chest. “I’m the girl who reads about the fairy tale ending — not the girl who gets one.” My heart sank with the truth of it all, shoulders sagging along with it as I whispered, “I’m not the girl who wins.”

Omg my heart is breaking so hard right now

‘Son, my biggest wish for you is that you learn when to hold onto something, and when to let it go. That you understand when to fight, and when to walk away.’”