Where We Found Our Home (Lost & Found, #1)

by Natasha Bishop

If I tell them everything, they’ll crowd around me and never let me out of their sight. And they’ll be rewarded for their efforts with a bullet between the eyes or some other brutal death.

what are you involved in my girl ?!??

We’ve all had someone or something bother us to the point where we thought we would snap, but exploring what pushes a person to the breaking point where they actually take a life is fascinating.

With everything that’s happened in my life in the last couple of years, writing my debut novel feels cathartic. I’m in control of the terror. I control the unease. I know when the bad guy is coming. I control who dies and when. I control the outcome. I need this control. I’m clinging to it with every fiber of my being.

Going out. Ha. Funny. Yeah, I’ll go out. Out of my bedroom to my couch.

Oh, boy. You know your love life is sad when your five-year-old niece is trying to play matchmaker.

Fuck. Of course she would be the woman Nevaeh was telling me about. Damn, my niece has good taste. I wonder if she’d be down for something casual.

Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that my head injury didn’t cause my confusion during Dr. Lewis’s questions. I think I kept getting flustered by Lincoln’s presence.

He’s got to have a flaw somewhere. He’s a man. Find it and hold on to it. It’s the only way you’ll get out of this unscathed.

Oh my God, is this a flaw? No. Dammit, it’s adorable.

“I mean it’s the chumminess between you and my brother for me.”

“There you go again thinking I’m telling you to date someone. You don’t need to date him to let him dick you down.”

Look, what I know is that you need your wet-ass pussy serviced before it develops cobwebs, and a sexy fireman has literally fallen into your lap to do the job.”

Did you know that we shared a wall in the hotel in Tennessee? So close yet so far.

I hope your uniform keeps you warm at night because you will never love any woman enough to truly put her first, and no woman will ever love coming second to a goddamn engine.”

“Make a choice, Lincoln.” “A choice between what?” “Your past and your future.” And with that, a second woman walks out on me.

*Isaiah has added you to a group chat* Isaiah: Where you going? The bell don’t dismiss you, I do

“Yeah, sure. It’ll say ‘to the cocky ass firefighter who saved my ass that one time, I hope your arm has healed by now and I expect you to drop me a pin to the meet-up spot when the zombie apocalypse hits.’”

“Well, welcome to the show. Don’t expect special treatment unless you leave a big tip.” “I can definitely leave you a big tip,”

Size fifteen shoes. Gulp.

“One more question. Don’t think, just answer.” “Okay.” “Will you go out on a date with me?”

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I want something with Ciara. A date. A kiss. Anything she’s willing to give me.

“Ci, sex can be a religious experience when done right.”

WHO THE FUCK LIKES THE FLATS BEST??

“Don’t ever apologize for calling me when you’re scared.

Take a chance with me, Angel. Let’s burn together.

“Angel. Nothing is more important to me than your safety. If you need this to feel comfortable, let me give it to you. I wanna be the only thought on your brain when I sink inside you.”

“Believe me, Ci. I’ve seen your thighs, and there’s nothing I want more than to have them on both sides of my ears.”

“If I die between your thighs, I’d die a happy man. Put it on my headstone: he died worshipping a goddess.”

“Grab the headboard,”

“Jesus.” “Nope. Just me, Lincoln.”

“You can sit that pretty ass down and let me serve you.” “Oh, you served me plenty last night.” “And that’s just the beginning.”

“You had me for breakfast. I’m having you for dinner. Now hush.”

You are so strong for everyone else. Let me be strong for you. Please don’t run. Please let me be here for you.”

I choose you. I choose to be the person you lean on, the person to keep you safe, the person to be your strength when you feel like you don’t have any.”

I love her. I am completely and desperately in love with Ciara Jeffries.

She’s so insistent upon taking on everything by herself but those days are over. She’ll never be alone again.

“Ciara, do not finish that sentence. You promised you’d stay. You promised to give me the chance to protect you, and I will.”

What an ass. I swear I’m going to make him buy me my panties from now on since he insists on making me soak through mine every day. He

Your selflessness calls out to my soul that’s been drifting away so slowly I didn’t even recognize it at first. I feel like myself again with you. You set me free, Angel. So I don’t care if you’re never ready to say the words back to me. I will always be yours.”

But regardless, what I won’t do is throw Ciara under the bus. Sister or not.

“Because I know you’re full of shit. But we raised you right, you took your woman’s side. Good. I’ll just harass her ass later.”

“Hi, Angel. I gave us the night to feel all of our emotions, but we need to really talk about this now.”