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“A ship is safe at shore, but that’s not what ships are built for. Your heart is the same.”
Over time, that shoot became a sapling, then a small tree, until eventually a mighty oak stood in its place and no one could’ve named the day the tree had appeared, only that it was there now and they could take shelter beneath its great boughs. So it was with them.
“How did I know he was the one for me?” She shook her head, eyes hot. “After everything, how can he not be?”
This was home on sea or land. Whatever Sanctuary ended up being, she would always have a place here.
“I am gladly your subject in all things, my Pirate Queen, but let me have this.”
“Queen of Pirates, Queen of My Heart, the best bounty I ever chased, the most infuriating woman I’ve ever known”—the corner of his mouth quirked—“the most wonderful, too…” His chest rose and fell under her hands. “I love you.”
She pulled him closer, if that was possible. “On land or the seven seas, there’s no place I’d rather be.”
She’d told herself a hundred times that soft feelings were weak, crying included, but hearing that from him? Its wrongness physically hurt. Cupping his cheek, she’d made him meet her gaze. “You cry. You feel. This isn’t weak. This is living. This is loving.” He hadn’t said anything more about weakness after that.
She was definitely a pirate, because she stole the breath clean from his lungs.
