He was in uniform, gun at his hip, expression dialed to Dirty Harry, and just looking at him had something pinging low in Chloeโs belly.
Jill ShalvisMallory dropped her head to the steering wheel. "Look, I'm mad at you, okay? This isn't about me. I know my painful memories are relative. My life is good. I'm lucky. This isn't about how poor little Mallory has had it so hard. I'm not falling apart or anything." He stroked a hand down her back. "Of course you're not. You're just holding the steering wheel up with your head for a minute, that's all.
Jill ShalvisA small part of her secretly hoped she caught him in bed. But that really was a very small part. The bigger part hoped he was in the shower.
Jill ShalvisShe had time to make room for him in her closet. The cat had time to get used to him. They had all the time they needed, because he'd told her he was hers, and he was a man of his word. "I've got all I need," she told him. He leaned down and kissed her again, then stroked a finger over her temple, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I want you to know," he said. "That you're the best choice I ever made." "No regrets?" "No regrets.
Jill Shalvis