Ninja At First Sight (Knitting in the City, #4.75)

by Penny Reid

“I’m a selfish bastard. You should know that about me.”

“You’re crazy.” He nodded again. “I am.” “And abrupt and abrasive.”

“Yes. I’m also known for my inappropriate sense of humor, offensive jokes, and callous treatment of sensitive topics. I’m a sore loser and an even worse winner.”

“By being honest. By playing no games. When I tell you that I’m a selfish bastard, I mean it. And when I tell you that you’re wonderful and amazing and stunning and definitely the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met, you’ll know I mean that, too.”

“I’m a pole, I’m a pole,” he chanted. “I’m a pole… I wish someone would dance on me.”

We have forever, Darling. No need to climb the walls.”

At some point I was going to pile it high with jalapeno peppers just to see what he’d do.

“She’s horrible,” he whispered accusingly. “I thought you said your

childhood was fine? That woman isn’t fine. She’s Satan.”

“I’ve been so careful, taking things slow, because I wanted to fall in love with your mind and heart first, not muck it up with arms and legs and appendages. You’re brilliant. And soulful. And beautiful. And clever and kind.”

“I’m not good enough for you, Fe. But…” he shrugged, giving me his crooked smile, “no else one is either. So I might as well take you for my own. Marry me.”