Your past— It’s not a series of mistakes, love. It’s just you. All the things that happened to you that made you who you are.
Ruthie KnoxThe gleam in those green-brown eyes was positively rakish. She hadn’t thought City had a speck of rakishness in him.
Ruthie KnoxI’m pretty sure you just kissed me.”
“Yes, I did. Shall I apologize?”
“What for?”
“It was terribly impolite. I didn’t ask your permission.
You brought me here with impure motives?” The idea gave her a stupid thrill.
He shook his head. “No. I developed them after you arrived.
I’ve reformed. The kissing is sort of a holdover.”
“Don’t reform. I like you bad.
He wouldn’t hurt her. Never on purpose. Nev was going to hurt her accidentally, and when he did it would be her own fault.
Ruthie KnoxPlease, Tom. You can't ride your bicycle across the country alone. It's insane. You'll end up being slaughtered by a serial killer."
"Taryn, I'm thiry-five, single, tattooed, and antisocial. I'M the serial killer.
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