Thanks. For everything. I mean it.’ A slow grin edged onto his face. ‘You’re worth it…Princess.’ Her tennis show hit the door a second after it closed.
That was a kiss for the record books.
You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.
Girl? He pressed. The name is Riley, she shot back. Learn it. Use it!
Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.
He pulled her into a tight embrace. There was the sting of tears on her cheeks, but they weren't hers. He kissed the top of her head and murmured something. She didn't hear what he'd said, but that didn't matter. He was alive. Riley wanted to stay in his arms, but...