Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

I'm still not sure I didn't hallucinate the conversation while overdosing on his pheromones.

I've never worked so hard for anything in my life as I have for you.

Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.

Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want.

Because of you, the world makes sense to me in a way it didn't before. I have a place now, with you.

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.