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“Neil, there are two kinds of people in the world—the kind who eat their feelings, and the kind whose feelings eat them. I think I’m the latter.”
back to her default setting of suck it up, buttercup.
“You’re dangerous in the way that Pringles are dangerous. One of them is fine, but before you know it, half the can is gone. I have to keep my distance or risk forming bad habits.” I give her a cocky grin. “Did you just compare sex with me to a dehydrated potato snack?”
“Maybe I did. You’re both kind of cute and a bad idea.”
“I’ve got the hots for you and a dick that’s eager to prove himself after last night’s disasters.” “Tell it to sit down.”
so I plan to vote for anything that Neil votes for. Unless he votes to have mushrooms on pizza. Those are a hard no.”
“He’s a bad boy the way nachos are Mexican food—some of the toppings are familiar, but it’s still not the real thing.”
“I think you two deserve each other. You deserve somebody who will never do…” She waves a hand in the air. “…whatever it is people did to make you so angry. And he deserves somebody who isn’t a bullshitter like that awful ex of his.”
Behind that cute little button nose lies the heart of a piranha on speed.
Really I’m just staring at the enormous diamond on my finger. It’s heart-stoppingly beautiful. Well done, Earth.
It’s not exactly graceful to ditch your new husband on the dance floor. But I do it anyway. My emotional kitty-cat needs a moment under the sofa where she’s safe.
“What’s the matter? You look a little angry.” “That’s standard issue on this model,”
Then her mouth softens like butter beneath mine. Hell yes and hallelujah. I deepen the kiss, my hands full of silk, my heart full of wonder. And it’s not just me. Charli clutches the lapels of my tux and melts against my chest.
There are fashion models who’d give a kidney to look half as sexy as she looks right now.
She lets me hold her hand, at least. That’s always my way in with Charli. Her words never cut me a break, but when I touch her, she can’t resist me. And she can’t hide it.
look down at the two of them—and it’s a study in contrasts. One sparkles with an icy beauty. Diamonds in platinum. The other is a cheap shade of yellow gold and has too many gemstones. It tries to dazzle but fails. That is what I offered Charli—a cheap mockery. A drunk groom. An ugly ring.
That’s on me. I’ve spent the last decade yelling about how underappreciated women are, especially female athletes, but the person who did the best job of underappreciating me was… me.
“I like hockey, coffee, and three people in the whole world.”
