• The Rehearsal Dinner (The Wedding From Hell #1) The Alloy of Law (Mistborn #4)

    Bailey, I’ve been yours. I’ve just been waiting for you to make up your mind.

    She passed away last year.I’m so sorry.

    The Eye of Minds (The Mortality Doctrine #1)

    He nodded at my acknowledgment. There was nothing more to say. Braydon wasn’t some shallow player, as I’d feared. There were deeper reasons that explained how he had become this person, external forces that had shaped his outlook and willingness to give himself over and fall in love. My heart hurt for him. I knew I needed to be patient and let him heal and find his own way. I just hoped that I was at the end of that path.After that heavy conversation, we ate in silence until we were both full. We refused dessert, even though the cheesecake and the tiramisu were calling my name. I knew I better not overdo it.Thank you for tonight, I murmured after Braydon had settled the check with our server.

    The Renegade Hunter (Argeneau #12)

    He lifted my hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on my palm. You’re welcome, dear.It all felt so normal and datelike, yet it was such a new experience being out with him like this. I liked it. A lot. And I especially loved how he’d opened up to me a little more. I couldn’t believe he’d shared all that about his mom and dad’s relationship. I could see why that would make him wary about love. But it only made me want to love him more. He needed it—deserved it—and I wanted to be the one to care for him.

    After dinner, we stood on the sidewalk as the traffic and pedestrians buzzed past us. I was full and happy and slightly tipsy from the wine. I was trying to keep my expectations in check, but I wanted nothing more than for him to whisk me back to his place and show me where he lived. Take me to his bed. I hoped his pillows smelled like him. I wondered if he’d be messy or neat. A minimalist or a hoarder. Would his kitchen be barren and seldom used, or would it bear the evidence that he enjoyed cooking at home? I’d gotten another peek inside the heart of Braydon, but there were so many other little things I was curious about.

    Are we going back to your place? I whispered, nuzzling against the warmth of his neck. I loved the way his stubble lightly grazed my skin.Boys, come and eat up while it’s still hot. I’m just going to talk to Knox, I instructed them. It was all the encouragement they needed. They descended on the food like a pack of hungry wolves.

    Guys, save some for McKenna, Knox said before shooting me an apologetic look.We headed into the kitchen while the guys busied themselves with the food I’d made in the dining room.

    Rowdy (Marked Men #5)

    Sorry about them. You’d think they’ve never seen food before, he joked.I smiled. It’s okay.

    What’s going on, angel? I take you didn’t come here just to make dinner.No. I didn’t. I’m here because you were right. Your past was hard for me to accept, but it’s also the thing that led you straight to me, and I can’t help but think it was fate or maybe some divine intervention.

    His forehead creased and he took a step closer, obviously trying to understand what I was telling him.I took a deep breath and continued. The exact thing I was running from led me to Chicago and pushed you straight into my path. I’m not going to lie and say this isn’t hard for me. It’s the hardest test I’ve ever had to overcome. Harder than coping with life without my parents. Harder than leaving my hometown behind. But loving you isn’t a choice. And it’s worth it, Knox. You’re everything to me. You, your brothers, this home and family you’re offering me. I want it. I want all of it. I won’t allow my past to rob me of any more joy. You messed up, but you’ve changed. You’re not the same man who got behind that wheel. And I understand the life circumstances that drove you down that path. I know there will be bumps and bruises as we figure this out together. But I’m not going anywhere. You have me. You’ve had my heart right from the beginning.

    Without a word, Knox gathered me in his arms, tugging me to his chest and lifting my feet from the floor. I buried my nose in the crook between his neck and his shoulder and inhaled the scent I’d missed so much. God, it feels good to hold you, to have you back, he said.You have me. And I’m planning on staying if you still want me here.