Need for Speed (The Elite, #2)

by Brooke Blaine

“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.”

“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.”

“I know you better than you want me to, and if you ask me, you’re really standing here watching over me because you’re worried I might hurt myself. That means you care, by the way. In case you’re unfamiliar with the emotion.”

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

And as that final, scariest emotion of all hit full force, my body bowed up in an effort to get closer to the one it now recognized as its perfect match. I fell apart in that room, in the arms of the man who had become as integral to me as breathing.