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251 pages, Paperback
First published March 28, 2017
I’ve heard that half the battle was admitting when you had a problem. So here I was admitting that I had a problem, and it was this: I was in over my head with Veronica.
“You’re mine, Veronica...and I’m yours.”
"What I do want to make my business is making sure you’re okay. I know that sounds crazy, because trust me, it sounds fucking crazy even to me right now. But, I swear it’s the God’s honest truth.”
The corners of her almond-shaped eyes tilted up as the rest of her face started to relax. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you were—”
“A dick?”
“No! I wasn’t going to say that, Trevor.”
“Why not? It’s true. I am a dick. A big one.”
I was ridiculously off-the-charts attracted to her physically. Had been since the very first time I met her. That part was easy to figure out. But there was a lot more stuff going on in my head when it came to her. And “stuff” was just a copout for me not to outright admit to myself that I had fucking feelings whenever I thought about her or talked to her.
“Because all I see is you. All I want is you. All I need is you.
And if you open this door right here, right now, Veronica, I swear to you that I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll never hurt you again.”
Typically, “letting my hair down” meant that I would sit in front of the television and binge-watch HGTV for hours at a time. Many a weekend since the divorce had been spent this way. My obsession with Chip and Joanna Gaines had reached epic proportions by now. To the point that I seriously contemplated moving to Waco, Tx before settling on New York.
Let’s be honest, folks, there was no way I was going to find a woman in a bar, defile her to the verge of utter filth, and then all of a sudden be overcome with the urge to want to marry her and make babies. It was never going to happen.
Since when did I have…Jesus, I could barely bring myself to think it. Since when did I have feelings?
Or a conscience, I guess it what it’s called too. I’m not sure because I’ve never fucking had one before when it came to a woman.
I’ve heard that half the battle was admitting when you had a problem. So here I was admitting that I had a problem, and it was this: I was in over my head with Veronica.
But I’d be damned if I was going to stop.
It was everything: a culmination of a secret yearning for this woman who, for every fucking day we had spent together, every single phone call, every text, had no idea how much she was changing me to be a better man for her.
“All I see is you. All I want is you. All I need is you.”
“I swore … that I wouldn’t let you just walk out of my life again. I was prepared to be your friend no matter what, Veronica. But the rest of it, it was there all along. It was waiting for us to meet in another time, another place…and here we are.”
“You’re mine, Veronica…and I’m yours.”
“Good luck, and remember that your family only loves you because we have to. Veronica is not your family.”