Shelly, what is this?"
"What?"
"This." She shook her fork.
"A Rocky Mountain oyster."
"Is it a shellfish?"
"No, it's a testicle."
"Oh, my God!" She dropped the fork as if it had suddenly zapped her. "Whose?"
Dylan burst out laughing. "Not mine."
"They came from the Rocking C. I bought 'em during castration season," Shelly told her.
"You bought them? Oh, my God!"
"Well," Shelly answered as if Hope were the crazy one, "they don't just give away free oysters, you know."
"No, I don't know. I'm from California. We eat real food. We don't eat cow ball.
He’d been thinking about a lot of things lately, things that would never happen, things it was best not to think about. Things like waking up with Delaney every morning for the rest of his life and watching her hair turn gray.
Rachel GibsonWhat can I give you? I get a handsome guy who does look good in the morning, and I get a great ring. What do you get?”
“The only thing I’ve ever wanted.” He held her tight and smiled. “I get you, wild thing.
Are you trying to tell me—in your own typically macho way—that you want to make love again?”
He glanced at her. “I’m not trying to tell you anything. I want you. You want me. Someone is going to end up wearing nothing but a satisfied smile on her lips.”
“I don’t know, Nick, I might talk afterward. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I can handle anything you can think up, and a few things you’ve probably
never even thought of.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Sure, wild thing. I have four bedrooms. You can choose which one we use first.
You’re beautiful.” His words warmed her skin and tugged at her heart, and this time she believed he meant what he said. He rested his forehead against her, his dark hair in stark contrast to her white flesh. “I knew you would be. I’ve always known. Always.
Rachel GibsonTag: nick
I want you," he whispered. "I've never wanted anything like I want you.
Rachel GibsonHooyah.
Rachel GibsonStay away from me so I don't feel anything for you anymore.
Rachel GibsonI don't ever want to be the reason you cry again.
Rachel GibsonI'm thirty-six, and I'm in love for the first time. I don't know what that says about me. Maybe that I've waited for you all my life.
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