Two for Interference (Snow Pirates, #1)

by Lasairiona E. McMaster

“You make me feel like I want to be better, Cleo.”

“Love is giving someone the power to hurt you – like, real bad hurt – and trusting them not to.

“My dick is weeping tears of pre-cum joy at that question.” “Who said romance is dead?”

“Break down if you need to break down. I’ll be right here to help you pick yourself up.”

“Do whatever the fuck lights you up inside. Do it shamelessly and unapologetically. Life is too short to live in the shadow of where you really want to be. It’s too short for regrets.”

“Melissa, I’m with Cleo.” He folded his arms. “And even if I wasn’t, my answer is still no.” Been there, done that, and have no intention of doing it again. “Oh.” Her face fell for a moment, before the fake-smile was back in place. “But I heard you two were past-tense.” She curled a slender hand around his forearm. “No, Melissa. We are present and future tense.”

“You think that just because you don’t love yourself, no one else can love you? Well here’s evidence to the contrary, Cleo. I love you.”

“I love all of you. The confident air you wear in public and the vulnerabilities you don’t let anyone see. I don’t care what your grades in school are, I don’t care what shape your body is, and I don’t care if you’re tone deaf and love singing crappy pop songs at the top of your lungs in the shower.”

Their eyes met. He cocked an eyebrow, and with a casual shrug, she twirled in place for him, stopping for a beat with her back facing him and throwing a half smile over her shoulder before turning to face him. His girl was in the stands, wearing his shirt, and his Pirates were one game from making the play offs. Maybe dreams really did come true.

“I’ll tell you every day for the rest of your freakin’ life until you hear me, Cleo. You’re beautiful, inside and out, and I love you.”

“Marry me, Cleo. Be the Elizabeth to my Darcy for the rest of our lives.”