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Full trust that throwing me into the life of my childhood crush will be just fine.
Rhett: Want your daughter back yet ? I promise I’ll be good.
We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
Plus, the fact that I can’t stop staring at her gorgeous face makes me feel like she isn’t innocent in my frustration at all.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
It’s almost annoying. That I can’t stop stealing glances. That I’m so painfully aware of her right next to me.
I fall asleep like that, lulled by the gentle steady sounds of him, by the solid comfort of him. My hand held tight in his, my feet cradled against his skin, and my heart warm wrapped up in his words.
“Do we like this ex?” His fingers pulse on my lower back, and I lean into him, not forgetting the way he stepped up to protect me when Winter’s claws came out.
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
His pinky finger wraps around mine tenderly before he moves his hand to the small of my back, guiding me safely across the road and making my chest flutter.
So, here I am, falling into old habits. Doing something I know I shouldn’t because, well, I guess it burns off steam. What I refuse to acknowledge is that the risk of getting caught also brings the chance of attention.
“Bailey isn’t so bad,” Beau interjects. “Yeah, I feel bad for Bailey,” I agree. Bailey is quiet. She works her shifts at the pub at night and keeps her head down. I don’t think being the baby sister of the criminal enterprise in a small town has been easy for her. Cade grunts. I know he has a soft spot for Bailey.
And after everything she’s done for me, lending her strength seems like the most natural thing to do.
When the bull turns, his body softens and goes with him, everything in sync. Like the bull’s rage is balanced by the look of peace on Rhett’s face. Yin and yang, somehow. Not every cowboy who steps in this ring has
And I ask myself, if this were my last moment on earth, would I go happy? The answer is, I’d go full of regrets. I’d go knowing I’ve done everything in my power to make everyone else around me happy, but failed to deliver that same treatment to myself.
She fits right under my arm, like that spot was meant for her.
Because all I can see is Rhett. On the back of my eyelids when I sleep, and with me all the fucking time when I’m not asleep. It’s like he’s become an extension of me, a necessary part of my personal ecosystem. Infatuation by proximity. It’s like I never even had a shot.
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
“Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
“You’ve got me, Princess. Only you, I promise,”
“Like binary stars,”
“It’s two stars that look like one to us when we see them in the sky. But really, they’re two. Stuck together by a gravitational pull, always orbiting one another.”
“Kind of like the two of us, stuck together,”
He smiles wistfully, observing everyone around the table. “It never mattered whose eyes were on your mom. Because her eyes were always on me.”
I’m not sure how I fell so hard, and so fast. I’m not sure of anything, really. My career. My health. But I’m pretty fucking sure Summer is a game-changer in more ways than one.
“I got them because I saw you staring at them. I saw the look on your face. And then you told me you had to quit riding when you got sick. I thought you’d want to start again at some point. Maybe out here. With me. Then I saw you on my horse—a fucking natural—and I knew I’d made the right call.”
“Princess, you look like you were made for me.”
“I feel like I was made for you.”
“So, she’ll be back soon? Is Kip okay?” My dad seems so hopeful. He likes Summer. I know the two of them enjoyed morning coffees and easy conversation. I think everyone enjoyed having her here on the ranch.
And I don’t want an inheritance from you.” He pushes off the counter, shaking his head. “I want to be poor and have you pissing me off for years to come.”
I know you’re so accustomed to pleasing everyone that you give and give until you have nothing left to give.
This thing between us? For me? It’s everything. It’s it. You’re it.
“You were out there this whole time, and now I know you exist, and I can never go back. Wouldn’t want to if I could.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know what making you a priority looks like because no one has ever made him a priority.”
Summer: Good luck tonight.
Rhett: I love you.
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other.