Ricochet (Addicted, #2)

by Krista Ritchie

“And what’s the cure?” I ask, playing along this time, even though I know I shouldn’t. He wears a crooked grin that could melt a thousand girls. Very softly, he says, “Me.”

“I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.” I pinch my eyes again. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Even if I make you miserable?” There’s a long pause before he murmurs, “You don’t make me miserable. You make me want to live. And I want to live with you.”

“He’s one of my triggers to drink, but I didn’t need rehab to figure that out.” My chest constricts. “Am I…” What if I’m a trigger. Oh God. “No, Lil,” he tells me with a short laugh. “You’re the opposite. You’re my stability…my home.”

I meet his gaze again, this time more relaxed, but my chest swells. A part of me feared that he’d return home too changed and too different somehow. All my terror evaporates and shushes to bed. He’s still Lo. He’s still mine.

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