Fighting for Us (Bailey Brothers, #2)

by Claire Kingsley

“She said sometimes when a man goes to war, he has to make himself forget the people he leaves behind. It’s the only way he can become the warrior he needs to be to survive.”

Hi so spencers not allowed to do that if he ever does actually go to war

“Sometimes what we need is a place to fall apart. A place where we know our pieces will be safe while we work on putting them back together.” She patted my leg. “You’re safe here, Bear.”

It’ll be all right, Mama Bear.

Tf u mean mama bear...

She was the moon to my ocean. I couldn’t escape her gravity. But I was sure as hell fighting it. I had to.

Ah a poetic idiot

“We could ask Gram, or one of my aunties. See if anyone knows who Eliza Bailey was.”

I wonder if gram is Eliza I don’t think I’ve heard anyone say her name

“Is it obvious I’m an outsider? Yeah, I came to look up an old friend. Cute town.”

Nodding slowly, he held my gaze while he listened. I couldn’t place why, but he was making me a bit uncomfortable. Was it his appearance? I didn’t want to be judgy, but with all those tattoos, he was intimidating. I wished Asher were here.

Bet u he wishes asher was there too... That "friend" hes there for

I watched him leave. He’d left his mostly-full coffee sitting on the table.

“I don’t know why you still love me. I haven’t done anything to deserve it.” “Maybe that’s not how love works. Nobody’s keeping score. I love you because I do. Because of who you were, and who you are now. Because something deep inside me is connected to something deep inside you. And whatever that is, I think it’s worth fighting for.”

“Get out of the fucking truck, Grace.” His tone left no room for argument. I gathered my purse and the small pile of clothes I’d retrieved, holding them close to my chest, and got out of the truck. As soon as I’d closed the door, he tore out of the driveway, leaving me behind.

Oh. Ok. Ouch.

“He was an amazing man.” “He really was. It must be hard to live without him.” “I miss him every single day. But like I said, his love was big. He left me with enough to last until the day I’m called home and get to see him again.”

I have a soft spot for elderly couples but an elderly widow... Brb sobbing

A girl like her looked harmless, like a kitten. But kittens had sharp claws, and they were damn good at convincing you it was your fault when you got scratched.