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“Know what? I hope you do get some disease from the nineties, Travis Ford,”
“Why? Because there’s no crying in . . .” “Jesus.” “I’ll help you. It’s baseball.”
Travis wasn’t ready for this thing with Georgie to end.
“A man memo? Is that just cave drawings on a napkin?” “It’s a foolproof code. You’ll never break it.”
Their lives were meant to be twisted up and twined together forever.
This. This was failure. Having the very thing he needed more than breath and squandering it.
Unless, of course, Georgie wouldn’t take him back, in which case he’d be saying it to the business end of a pillow for the foreseeable future.
he would fight for his damn life. Their life together.
How could he hold her in his arms so tightly through the night, knowing her feelings far exceeded his own? How dare he. How dare he give her some illusion he never intended to keep up.
HE TOLD U EVERY FIVE SECKNDS HE JUST WANTED TO FUCK AROUND AND YOU KNEW HE WAS A COMMITMENTAPHOBE!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN???
“Loved and love. Both.” She looked him in the eye. “I’ve loved and love you in every single way.”
I’ll marry you,” she breathed. “At least long enough for you to finish my fireplace—”