Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home (Magnolia Parks Universe, #3)

by Jessa Hastings

She doesn’t know that I’m a wolf and Parks is the moon whose name I’ve howled since I was fifteen.

I look over at her more tenderly than I should, feel an old kind of missing her in my chest that I wish would just die but it can’t seem to take its last breath. Every time it takes one it takes another and another, and it’s never a last breath. Loving her like this is a kind of breathing that feels like dying.

I’ve missed the feeling of being his focus. There’s nothing quite like it in the world, that’s my conclusion at this point. And I can be angry at him, I can be hurt by him, I can be scared of him, and even with all of that still, I can want all of his attention. Which I do. All of it.

“Keep a secret long enough and it keeps you.”

I’ll be drowning in her anyway for the rest of my life. Happily, too. What a way to go. What a life.

It’s been one of the great burdens of my adult life knowing that I love him and he loves me and we just cannot for the life of us figure out how to be together.

I’m in love with her, I can tell you that. Can I tell her that? I don’t know.