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“You’re a badass, Kate,” I add as Felix shifts the ambulance into park. “A prickly badass, but even prickly badasses are allowed to have bad days sometimes.”
“I was married for sixteen years, and I might’ve messed up on a lot of things, but there were a few things I did learn.” “Like what?” “Like sometimes, a woman’s eyes can say what her mouth refuses to.”
“Because you deserve a guy who understands there’s so much more to you than your diagnosis. And if he was willing to let you go once because of it, who’s to say he won’t do it again when things get rough?” He kisses my cheek, and my breath hitches. “You deserve more, Kate. A hell of a lot more.”
I shove her gently. “Go on, my little porcupine.” With a light laugh, she turns around and rushes toward the entrance, calling over her shoulder, “Okay, my little golden retriever.”
“A broken girl wouldn’t get back up again after being kicked down, Kate. And yet, here you are.”
“You gave me the opportunity to make sure you’re taken care of,” he counters. “And if you haven’t figured it out by now, let me make myself clear. I like taking care of you. I like knowing you’re okay. Knowing you’re happy, healthy, and able to be the best Kate you can be.”
“Because a moment like this doesn’t come along every day, Kate. And neither does a girl like you.”
And I know I’m walking a fine line. I know she’s young and probably wants to have fun before settling down. But I also know myself. I’m not the hit-it-and-quit-it type. Not the no-strings-attached kind of guy. I’m the love-you-forever and take-you-home-to-meet-the-parents type. I don’t quit. Not when things get complicated. And I’m a stubborn sonofabitch.
“You know what’s crazy, Mack?” My tears clog my throat, and he stops pacing, standing in front of me. “I was broken before we met. So fucking broken. If Hazel would’ve approached me then, I would’ve walked away. I wouldn’t have even tried fighting for you because I didn't think I was worth it.” I reach up and touch the side of his face, refusing to acknowledge it might be the last time I’m allowed to do so. His five o’clock shadow tickles my fingertips, and I almost smile. “But we met, and you showed me I’m worth it. I’m worth the effort. I’m worth the inconveniences. You put me back together,
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