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I always feel like I’m looking out for someone. For everyone.
“Willa Grant is good shit, brother. If she’s offering to take care of our boy for the summer, you’d be an idiot to turn her down. I don’t know many people more loyal than her. She’s got a big heart.”
“Sounds like her loss, because you might be the coolest kid I’ve ever met.”
I heave the suitcase out just in time to watch them walk hand in hand into my house, and for some reason, I stop and watch. Unable to look away. Lots of people have walked through that front door. But somehow this feels different.
“Wanted to come see what a well-blown yard looks like, huh?” I ask. “Willa—” He can barely get my name out. It’s a breath. It’s a wheeze. I smile and lean against the post several
I feel like I want all her smiles for myself.
I realize they hurt because I’m smiling that hard. The back of my throat aches as I watch Willa spin my little boy around the kitchen on what’s meant to be her day off.
Cade is the embodiment of actions speaking louder than words. He wasn’t about to fall all over himself apologizing for not making enough coffee for me.
And in a family of wildly successful people, I’d rather be the flighty wildcard than the failure.
see copper hair floating across my pillows. The light from the hallway illuminates her creamy, pale arm wrapped around Luke’s tiny body.
Willa Grant looks way too good in my bed.
if Cade Eaton sees me with barf on my face, I will dive headfirst into this toilet bowl and flush myself down
“Red, you’re nuts. But I like that about you. You’re like a goddamn hurricane.”
No man walks around unaffected by people’s opinions of him unless he knows he packs a serious punch.
“Not unless getting older means sending away one of the best things that’s ever happened to you with another man who isn’t too dumb to see it.”
“Woman.” He always sounds so snarky when he calls me woman. “Are you insane? You think I went three years without laying my hand on a single person to break my streak with one as exceptional as you and then let you just walk away?” Three years? “I—” “No.” He holds up a hand. “I’m going to talk.
“I’ve watched you with my son. I’ve watched you, period. I’ve longed for you. I went crazy tonight thinking of you out with Lance. I know in my bones that I won’t want to let you go at the end of the summer, but I’ll take what I can get. Because you’re too fucking special to pass up. Fuck my promises, that’s what I was going to say.”