Don't ever die in my head again. Please, never again,

Her smile was lighter fluid to his testosterone. He was full caveman for a few heartbeats.

If he lost her now, he’d not be able to live. He would drive off a cliff—maybe the same one the fucker who shot her did. And then he’d be able to spend his time in hell beating the fuck out of the man who’d hurt Eve.

Emme pulled on Cole’s hand. “Why are they crying?”Her uncle bent down. “Well, sometimes when all your dreams come true? The best you can do is cry. It’s happy, not sad.

The handshake got a third arm as Blake entered and joined in. This was magic for Beckett, pure and simple. The world slowed down, and his cares melted away as he looked from face to face. He loved these men so fiercely, it’d probably scare them if they knew.

Outside, again?” She teased him. “You know I love it best when you’re wearing nothing but the stars.” Blake wrapped her in his arms and reclined on the grass. She pat his chest gently, loving the tap back from his heart and his white smile. He looked amazing cloaked in stars, too.

He’d rather she killed him than walked out on him.

Thank you for my accessories. This is over the top. And not practical.” She hugged him around the waist and set her head on his chest. “Fuck practical.” He tilted her face to his. “I want to decorate you with diamonds. It’s sort of like peeing on my tree, ’cept more expensive.

His touch felt so good it was almost pain.