Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.

I wanted a girl as perfect as Brooke, and instead, she gave me something I never knew I wanted: something perfect that looks like me.

Remington Tate, I swear to you—I swear—that when I’m able to get up from this stupid bed and run again, you’re always, always, going to be the one thing I’ll run straight to.

I'll never recover if he breaks my heart. ~Brooke

Remy you're my king." I hug him hard. "There's no chess game for me without you.

You think you need me, little firecracker?” The gruff question travels all the way through me, and I have to press my thighs together to stop the tremor in me. “Baby, the way you need me can only barely cover half of the way I need you.” The unexpected sadness in his voice yanks my gaze back to his.

What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.