All I ask is, when you got my babies inside you, you take cases you know are safe, and once we got kids under our roof, you proceed with the same caution. You with me?
It meant more to him to take care of me as my man than it meant to me to retain my status of badass.
Then, right in front of his boys, he kissed me, full-on, full tongue, full throttle. His arms wrapped around my back and mine went around his neck.
After I said that, for the first time in a long time, I watched as Lee threw his head back and laughed.
I’ll take you thinking I’m your angel but you need to know you’re my hero. Twenty-nine years, I held out for you.
And glad you’re takin’ a chance on me.
The best heroes always have scars. If they didn’t, the heroine would have nothing to do. It’s her job to help the hero let all that stuff go in order that her man can be strong enough to fight on but when he’s with here’s free to just breathe.
Gwen, baby, clue in. I was makin’ you mine.
I could eat what I wanted and not have to make exactly what Cooter wanted. I could go to bed when I wanted. I could wear what I wanted. I could watch on TV what I wanted. I could talk on the phone.
That’s part of provin’ you got sass, lettin’ us know how he is when he’s in action. But, I’m warning you now, I don’t do too much information. Just enough to confirm he’s not only hot on the outside but he’s also got the moves. I can’t function around a man if I know his ability to give pleasure.” I stared at her and I was pretty sure my mouth was open.
Neither Meredith nor I were good with remembering numbers and when Meredith ran to get a piece of paper to write them down, Smoke looked at his feet and a muscle clenched in his jaw. Then he herded Meredith and me into the kitchen. There he sat us at my big, battered farm table and quizzed us on the three different codes until we memorized them.
All my life I was the girl who everyone thought had everything or could get it. But the only thing I ever wanted was a man like you. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, Mickey Donovan. And you’re mine.
Common miracle. This. Common miracle. Even common, still miraculous.
If you leave,” he repeated, “I’ll find you and bring you back.” She.
You wanna clean up?” he asked quietly. “Yeah,” I answered quietly too. “Then shuteye or you wanna sit on my face?
I claimed it,” he went on. “But last night you gave it to me. Gift’s given, no takin’ it back. You get that, Tyra?” “I think so,” I whispered. “Get that, baby, it’s important.
Cookie dough,” I explained. “My booty is carefully crafted from copious intake of cookie dough.” “Whatever.
How hard is it, when what lies in the balance is something you love, to admit you’re wrong?
It was my experience the only people who didn’t tread cautiously with badasses were kids. They adored badasses and had no qualms approaching or engaging them in conversation. Badasses were kid magnets, and if the badass was a true badass, he had no qualms about this either.
Truth, honesty, perseverance, strength, love of all kinds and forgiveness are all beautiful, Tack. The most beautiful stories ever told are the most difficult to take. “You were right, Red,” he whispered to the doors. “You were right, darlin’.