You know when I said I didn't need you?" I asked. He lifted one brow. "I was so wrong.I can't find words to express quite how wrong I was."
"Try."
"Dramatically wrong," I said. "Terribly."
"Please."
"Okay,terrifically. Horrifically. Catastrophically." I gave him my best meek smile. "Forgivably?"
He rolled his eyes. "I should have bought you a thesaurus for Christmas."
I had his present in my bag (a bow tie that may or may not have once belong to Dean Martin, courtesy of eBay) and had a vague suspicion that the big lump in his coat pocket was a multicolored scarf I'd drooled over at Urban Outfitters.
"I still think Bainbridge is an ass," he added. "I've been there,y'know. On the edge of where they live, wanting in."
"I know."
"You're better than that."
"I know that,too." Kinda,anyway. I thought Frankie was pretty amazingly brave in about a hundred ways.
He leaned forward them, and pancaked my hands between his. "I am here for youse, Marino.Forevah and evah."
"No matter how stupidly I behave?"
"Don't push it. And don't lie to me again.Now,what are you going to do about the Edward stuff?

Author: Melissa Jensen