Should be a pleasant flight, Mr. and soon-to-be Mrs. Ryel,” the pilot said. Jared’s grin stretched the width of his face. “I might have paid him extra to say that.” “I figured as much,” I teased.
Jamie McGuireClaire freed him, and then lifted Ryan to his feet. She pushed back his head to inspect his wound, overly rough. “You’ll live.” Ryan winced. “Thanks, Honey, I love you, too.
Jamie McGuireI felt like Winnie the Pooh trying to squeeze into the honey tree.
Jamie McGuireYou gotta dance with the devil to get out of Hell.
Jamie McGuireI don’t want her,” he said, staring at my lips. “I’m just so fucking unhappy, Pigeon.
Jamie McGuireBut I knew that it wasn't fair to either of us to hold on just when he had let go. - Abby Abernathy
Jamie McGuireTags: love abby-abernathy
I’ve got a fight in fourty-five minutes, Pidge. I want you there.
Jamie McGuireHe pulled my chin up so that I would face him. "I know you deserve better than me. You think I don't know that? But if there was any woman made for me...it's you. I'll do whatever I have to do, Pidge. Do you hear me? I'll do anything.
Jamie McGuireAll along I believed that I was important to Travis; that he needed me. But in that moment, I felt like the shiny new toy Parker said I was. He wanted to prove to Parker that I was still his. His.
“I’m nobody’s,” I said to the empty room.
As the words sunk in, I was overwhelmed with the grief I’d felt from the night before. I belonged to no one.
I’d never felt so alone in my life.
You’re going to make me dance to this, aren’t you?” he asked.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, Finch. Pretend I’m a boy.”
He laughed, pulling me into his arms. “It’s hard to do that when you’re wearing a short pink dress.”
“Whatever. Like you’ve never seen a boy in a dress.”
Finch shrugged. “True.
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