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Tessa Bailey
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August 2 - August 2, 2022
He stared at her for several seconds. Honestly, it was kind of nice. It was the most attention she’d gotten from him since almost slipping in puke.
“God.” He half groaned, half laughed. “Why are you forcing me to be an asshole?”
oop here comes the gaslighting
“Their job is dangerous and they don’t care how much it scares you, they go back to the sea every time. They’ll always choose it over a woman. And they’d rather die doing what they love than be safe at home.”
ominous
Brendan’s smugness was suddenly cloying, like glue drying in her windpipe. How original. Another man who thought she was worthless? How positively breathtaking. He didn’t matter. His opinion was moot.
“I can be in a room full of people that I know and still not feel like I belong.”
“You’re not here to film a reality show or some shit, are you?” She slammed the door in his face.
“Don’t go sniffing around the older one. Piper,” Brendan muttered. “And don’t ask me to explain why, either.”
“The captain is a little sensitive about Piper,” Fox explained, still wearing that shit-eating grin. “He doesn’t know what to do with his confusing man feelings.”
i love fox
Brendan turned her in his arms and promptly forgot the process of breathing.
TUMMY TINGLES
He gave in to just a touch of temptation, tucking a wind-tangled strand of hair behind her ear. Soft. “It means I’ll be around.”
She made a spooky woo-woo sound.
cackling
“Big tools!” Hannah called. “Yay, symbolism.”
“I know they don’t require a picture to keep your account active. This was about making you smile, not me.” His gaze fell to her mouth, taking its time finding her eyes again. “Well worth it.”
Dude was yoked.
please why is this so funny
He learned something about himself in that moment. If this woman tacked the word “please” onto any request, he would find a way to fulfill it. Build me a palace, please. How many floors, baby?
god i love brendan
Now you knock that phony shit off, baby, and tell me you missed me.”
good lawd have murthy
and, as if she’d finally sensed his presence, turned to look directly at him. And when her face transformed with pure joy and she waved enthusiastically, Brendan knew he loved her.
Hannah. She likes records, right? If I wanted to make her happy, I’d bring her to Seattle tomorrow. There’s a vinyl expo happening at the convention center.” “How the hell do you know that?” “It just popped up on the internet. I don’t know,” Fox explained, a little too quickly.
FOX AND HANNAH FORESHADOWING I LOVE IT
Glad, Hannah mouthed. “Why?” Fox didn’t respond right away. “Because I don’t have to share a room with Brendan. Obviously.”
i love them
“Piper.” He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Spoiling you makes my dick hard.”
THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT
If he wasn’t supposed to find her utterly fucking adorable, he was failing miserably.
“Oh no,” she said after a beat, shaking her head. “This is bad.” Brendan frowned. “How is this bad?” “I just learned the value of money. Now I find out I have a rich boyfriend?” She sighed sadly, closed the curtain. “We have to break up, Brendan. For my own good.”
“Good girl.”
physically and emotionally unwell
And maybe it was the craziest thing, but finding that elusive essence of Brendan, holding it right there in her hand and having it flood her senses . . . it dropped that final veil that had been obscuring her feelings. She was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with this man.
“What do you know, Piper?” he managed, hoarsely. Her eyes closed. “I know I love you, Brendan. I know I love you and that’s it.”
Brendan’s ears deepened slightly in color, and Piper somehow fell further in love with him. Doing something nice for her sister had earned her everlasting devotion. And when he said, in his gruff, reserved way, “No. Thanks for, uh . . . letting me have Piper here,” she almost fainted dead away.
You have to marry him, Hannah mouthed. I know, Piper mouthed back. What the fuck? Still no actual sound came out of Hannah’s mouth. Ask him first. Do it now. I might. Oh God. I might.
It was the welcome home Henry Cross had deserved but never got. It was a proper burial, an apology for deserting him, and it soothed the jagged edges that had appeared on her heart the more she’d learned about her father.
He had this woman. This once-in-a-hundred-lifetimes woman who could walk into a room and rob him of fucking breath.
With her hair over her shoulder in a loose braid, she was barefoot in yoga pants and a clingy sweater, humming between him and the stove, absently stirring pasta sauce with one hand. They’d cooked it three nights in a row, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her he was sick of Italian, because she was so proud of herself for learning to make sauce. He’d eat it for a decade straight as long as she held her breath for the first bite and clapped when he gave her a thumbs-up.
omg i am in love with this man
Brendan loomed behind her ex-boyfriend and, without hesitation, flicked him aside like a pesky ant, sending him flying, and Piper wasted no time in launching herself into the recharging station.
I just wanted to hear your voice so badly.” “Then I’ll talk until my voice gives out,”
