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Seven years I’d waited for this chance. Seven goddamn years and I couldn’t risk fucking it up.
Yet here I was. For Talia.
I’m an intelligent woman, Foster. I’m trusting. I’m loyal. And you made me question everything about myself. You made me doubt my intuition. My heart. Myself. So no, I don’t want dinner. I don’t want to hear your explanation. I don’t want you here. Go away.”
“I just . . . you’ve always been my Tally.
This project was part of my penance. For Talia, I’d bear every ache and pain.
“I haven’t let you go in seven years. I’m not starting tonight.”
“I loved you for 437 days.” I didn’t give him space. I crowded him, making a fist. “One year, two months and eleven days.”
“I hate you for choosing Vivienne.” Another punch. “I hate you for not loving me the way I loved you.” Then another punch. “I hate you for being so fucking hard to forget.” A tear dripped down my cheek as I threw the next punch. My eyes flooded and Foster was blurry but I just kept on swinging. “Ashamed of you? I would have done anything for you.”
“Why is it tattooed on your body?” “As a reminder.” “Of what?” He gave me a sad smile. “Of what I lost.” The tears came back. “Your dreams were my dreams, Tally. I lost them when I lost you.” He hooked a finger under my chin. “Did I lose you?”
A guy who was lucky to have twenty bucks in his pocket and knew he’d never be able to give you the world.” She pulled her knees into her chest. “I never needed the world.” “But I wanted to give it to you anyway.”
“I have never been, and never will be, in love with Vivienne,” he said. “I have never stopped loving you.” “Foster—” “And I never will.”
“You’ll never be just Talia. Not to me.”
“I waited a long time for you, love. I’ll wait as long as you need. You are mine.” And he was here in Quincy to claim me.
“It’s not about taking away your independence,” I said. “I know you can zip up your own coat. Open your own doors. But it’s a way for me to give back to you just a fraction of what you give to me.”
“She never had my heart.” “She had seven years.” “And I’ll give you seventy.”
“Even if I don’t, I won the fight that matters.” “Your title fight?” He shook his head. “You. You are the biggest fight of my life.”
“Voice your fears. Let’s put them out there. Face them, together.”
