In his fantasy, he kissed his best friend again, pulled back, andโฆ โI love you,โ he said into the spray of the shower. โIโฆ love you.โ As he closed his eyes against the pain, it was hard to know how much of what ran down his cheeks was water, and how much was something else.
J.R. WardYou're a good Irishman, right?" When Butch nodded, V said, "Irish, Irishโฆ let me think. Yeahโฆ" Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, "May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. Andโฆ my dearest friendโฆ until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.
J.R. Ward