Tyler?” Brayden asked, and Tyler shook his head to clear thoughts that were going way too fast for him. “Sorry, yes, we’ll just deal with my issues now,” Tyler finally answered. “But, whatever it is that’s bothering you, I hope you know I’ll help if you need it.” “I don’t know if I like this new caring-brother thing you’re doing.” “Hey, I’ve always been caring, just a bit of an ass at times.” “At times?” Brayden smiled.

Must. Be. Stronger. Than. Tequila. Oh, honey, how many times have those words been said?

Sounds like a plan. Pat, we’re going up to the attic. If we don’t come out in a couple hours, the boxes ate us.” Pat raised a brow and settled Micah against her shoulder as Finn quietly climbed to sit next to her. Again, that slight pain sliced through her at the sight of the now solemn little boy who used to smile with the greatest of ease. “If you’re afraid of a little dust, I have no hope for you,” Pat teased, and Bay stuck out her tongue like the tough Enforcer mate she was.

Words were far more powerful than most believed.

I sound like a sulky teenager, don’t I?” “You’re more angsty than Edward Cullen on a sunny day.” Their laughter filled the car, releasing the ball of nervousness that churned in her stomach during the ride. No matter what she did, there would be a fight. Resigned, Mel took a deep breath.

Soon their child would start talking and expressing his thoughts. After all, their son was amazing. “You’re doing it again,” Bay accused with a laugh in her voice. “You’re doing that whole rooster thing where you thrust your chest out and show off your son, proving that your p-e-n-i-s can be wielded like the mightiest of swords.

I think we’re just hitting the age where we’re too old to figure out what the hell we want but know we need to find it someway.

They sat down to eat after Honor set the table. He knew she wanted to help in some way, but there was no way he’d let her near the stove. “Stop grinning at me like that,” she said after she swallowed her first bite. “Yes, you’re an amazing cook, and I love eating your food, but that smile means you’re thinking about how I’m not allowed near your stove. It was one time, Jacks. One time.” “You burned the pot, Honor. Boiling water. Water, Honor.

She really needed to stop reading romantic suspense because now horror stories from authors like Shiloh Walker were on her mind and a little too vivid for what she needed at the moment.

He’s lost everything once, and now, he wasn’t sure if he had anything left to lose.