Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

I can stand on my own, but I don’t have to. I’m allowed to be one part of a whole. I’m allowed to choose love.

Real love isn’t conditional. It’s seeing somebody for everything they are and accepting all of them. It’s knowing you’re friends first and lovers second, understanding that arguments are opportunities to know each other deeper.

If I have to love Jennie from across the country, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. And if distance isn’t going to stop me, Carter Beckett sure as hell isn’t.

“I do want her to be happy,” he whispers, finally climbing off me, sprawling out on the ice beside me. “Jennie deserves the world.” “And I want to give her it.”

Have you ever seen a six-foot-four hulk of a man cradle his tiny, newborn baby girl in his arms while singing “You Are My Sunshine?”

She’s still traumatized about her salad dinner, so I’m taking her on our second date, and we’re getting steak.

He says I’m his sunshine, but I think he’s mine. I shine a whole lot brighter with that man igniting my sky.