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Appreciate the kindness but never let yourself rely on it because it will likely disappear one day.
“Hell, you have a lot of nerve making a reasonable point.” “How dare I.”
That laugh. The sound was magic, light with a bit of a rasp to it. Like how she’d said my name, I’d never heard anything like it. And I’d spill pizza sauce on myself every single day to hear it again.
She was more than gorgeous. She was captivating. Her beauty was the kind that stole your breath, but it was the authenticity of it that held you rapt.
“I was just giving you a hard time.” “And that’s fine, but under no circumstances are you to do that with Addie. She’s gun-shy and might not get that you’re teasing. The last thing she needs is to think someone’s laughing at her expense.”
He attac he protec 😌
Dolores arched a brow in my direction. “Do I look stupid to you?” “Uh, that sounds like a trick question.”
“It’s life, Beckett. We don’t have control over what happens to us, only how we react to it.”
“Anytime you start taking on the weight of the world, you come to me. I’ll remind you to set it down.”
“You know, if I mangle your pretty new truck, it’ll be entirely your fault.” “Calling my truck pretty is insulting.” Addie glanced over at me. “It is pretty.” She ran her hand over the leather steering wheel. “Soft, too.” I groaned. “My truck is manly.” Addie rolled her eyes. “Sorry.” She patted the steering wheel. “You’re very manly.”
“This might be new, but I know one thing for sure. I don’t want to go to sleep without you. I want to get you a million different kinds of takeout to try. I want to make fun of dumb commercials with you. I want to rub your feet while you read. What I don’t want is a life without you in it.”
“You made sure I am.” Beckett reached into his back pocket and pulled out his keys, dropping them into my palm. He gave me a stern stare. “No texting and driving, don’t play your music too loud, and never drink and drive.” I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. “I do so solemnly swear.” Beckett pulled me in for a hug, his lips pressing against the top of my head. “Just remember, precious cargo.”
“Who are you calling ridiculous?” She pinched my side. Hard. “Your way-too-loud, early mid-life crisis vehicle.”
“You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.” “I could always shoot you.” “I’d just follow you with a limp.”
Cybil had drunk the Kool-Aid and was coming back for thirds.
