The Broken One (Falcon Falls Security, #2)

by Brittney Sahin

“Are you going to reject me, Jesse Edward McAdams?” she whispered. “Or are you going to love me?” Two steps closer, and he was within arm’s reach. “I told you my vows were real. So are the photos in my wallet. All of it,” he returned in a low tone that had a shiver going down her spine. “How I feel about you, and how I have always felt about you is more real than my own existence,” he rasped while erasing the last bit of space between them, and without hesitation, he cupped the back of her head. He looked deep into her eyes and added in a hoarse voice, “It’s so real that in three years, I haven’t so much as touched another woman.” His lips met hers, and she sealed her eyes as his tongue explored her mouth, and it took her a few seconds to truly comprehend what Jesse had confessed. And he’d said a hell of a lot.

He quietly studied her before saying, “I’m back on a team now because I was wrong. Being alone was never the answer. And more than anything, I don’t want to live in a world where we’re not together.” He paused for another second. “I was waiting to be perfect for you, but I realize now perfection’s not achievable. For anyone, really. And if these last few days have taught me anything, it’s that feeling whole is my kind of perfect, and that’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

“I love you, Ella Mae.”

“I love you too. So much. And I’m so damn proud of you for working on yourself. For not quitting on yourself, on us,” she cried out softly. “Because I don’t want to live without you either.” Pressing up on her toes, she set her lips to his.

“As long as you two don’t follow the pattern in romance books . . .” Savanna let her words trail off like Ella was supposed to know what she was talking about. “By that, I mean allow something or someone to come between y’all around the seventy-or-so percent point if you were characters in the book. Or fall into some drama of miscommunication. In other words, do something stupid that keeps you apart.” Ella looked at Savanna to see her swiping a hand through the air. “Roger that.”

“It’s my first time designing something that . . . small. The first piece for a new fashion line,” she said, her heart racing. “Really?” He smiled and then lifted the lid only to drop the box a second later once he’d removed the small item from it. “Baby clothes?” Her gaze fell to her abdomen, and she set a protective hand there. “Well, I’m pregnant, so I thought, why not?”