Last Resort (S.I.N., #1)

by K. Bromberg

It’s a weird thing to know what the right thing to do is—to want to do it—but to fall victim to the guilt and shame over why you can’t.

“You asked me once what’s in it for you. Why should we do this . . .” He looks at the ceiling as his voice fades off. “No. Tell me, Callahan.” “There’s only one answer left I can think to give but I don’t think it’s close to what you deserve.” “What?” I ask, my pulse picking up. “Me.” He shrugs, his eyes serious but somber. “I’m a fuck-up who is wrong more than he’s right but will never admit it. I’m a spoiled rich kid who doesn’t have a clue about the life you lived but wants to know. I’m a guy who needs space after he tells too much of himself and doesn’t know how to face you the next day. I’m just a man, Collins. A man who doesn’t deserve you but wants you anyway.” He shrugs. “The answer is me.”

I think deep down I’ve always known. Collins is the one. She always has been. “I do. It’s as simple as that. I want to marry you, Sutton Pierce. And I will give you a lifetime of the luxuries you deserve, of all the sexy panties you want, but all I have to offer you in return is me. The me who’s stubborn and defiant and sometimes a little unyielding. The same me who promises to love you with all my heart.” I chuckle. “Not that I ever had an option when it came to you.”