Ricochet (Addicted, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

Our I love yous encompass years of heartache, of hurt, of laughter and pain.

And every time we say the words, I feel the rush of our childhood. I couldn’t imagine ever losing that.

I think we’re all old enough to feel the scars of our upbringing. Now we just have to find a way to heal.

“You’re right,” he says softly. “You don’t need a man, Rose.” He pauses and I barely hear him whisper, “But you do need me.”

“No, Lil,” he tells me with a short laugh. “You’re the opposite. You’re my stability…my home.”

“I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.”