Crazy (The Gibson Boys, #4)

by Adriana Locke

“Can you really, truly love someone who doesn’t love you back?”

My chest rises and falls as I think about her. She’s dangerous. I feel the fire every time I’m around her. It’s like I’ve drunk a fifth of whiskey. My insides are squeamish, my body heated, and all I want to do is enjoy myself. That’s what she feels like. A fifth of whiskey.

“Well, for what it’s worth,” she says, standing tall. “I think the two of you together are magic.”

The guy who’s just a goofball at the end of the day, so nothing really gets to him, right? Wrong. Shit does bother me. I just don’t go telling the world about it.

And it’s at this moment that I know, without a doubt, there aren’t walls big enough to save me from him. If he wants to break my heart, I can’t do anything to stop him.

“You don’t have to earn someone’s love. Their respect? Yes. Their loyalty? Absolutely. But true love comes freely. You can’t stop it or start it. You have no control over it.”

“You can’t start or stop love, honey,” she says. “It’s just there, or it’s not,

“I want to be good enough to be the love of someone’s life. The kind of love you have with the first person you fall for—that unconditional, inexplicable kind of love.”