Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“We were all watchin’. About gave everyone a heart attack when you made that call. Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Solo lose it like that before.”

I’d appreciate it if you tried harder not to get killed. I can’t beat you if you’re dead. ~Solo

“If you ever scare me again like that again, I will hunt you down and fucking kill you myself. You got it, lieutenant?”

“I know I’ve been tough on you, and I know what you think. But I’ve never been ashamed of who you are, Grant. You’re my son, and I just…” He seemed to lose his words and swallowed before meeting my eyes. “I don’t want things to be harder for you. That’s all.”

“I see a man I wasn’t looking for. A man I didn’t even know was there, until right now. And Solo?” “Yeah?” “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than sitting with him in this car right now, holding his hand.”

“What the hell happened to you up there in that plane?” I nipped at his lower lip, and when Solo moaned and opened for me, I whispered, “I realized what’s important.”

“Like you said, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than sitting in this car, sharing this meal, with a man I never knew I was looking for until today.”

“The only thing I would regret tomorrow morning was if I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“We need someone more than fearless. Someone you can fly with that can help you snap out of any anxiety you’re feeling. Someone like…” Oh God. He’s gonna say it. “…Solo.”