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260 pages, ebook
First published September 1, 2011
"To me, Jory," he said, "you‘re more beautiful now than you ever have been, and I can‘t wait to see what you‘re gonna look like at forty and fifty and sixty, and God willing a lot more numbers after that."
"Many after that," I assured him as my eyes drifted open so I could look up into his smoky-blue ones.
"The most important thing is that you‘re mine, you belong to me..."
“Jory, most people, when hit men come after them, they get killed. You’re lucky, spontaneous, and your guardian angel is overworked and way underpaid.�
“I know, right? My angel walks into a bar and the other angels are like, ‘Oh shit, that’s the poor sap that’s got Jory Harcourt. Look at him, he started drinking again.’�
I reached a hand out for him, and he crossed the room fast to take it. I pressed his warm palm to my heart. “You need me.�
“I more than need you,� he said, trembling. “I don’t work without you. I just don’t.�
“Same here,� I told him, closing my eyes.
“You’re a fuckin� gift, I swear to God,� he said, closing his eyes. “Whatever I need, you give me. I’m so fuckin� lucky.� It was said not as praise, because he wasn’t even looking at me, but simply from his heart, because to him, I was everything.
"I know you worry about getting older, about not being the prettiest guy in the room anymore. But there will never come a time when that will be the case," he said, pressing soft kisses to the side of my neck.
"To me, Jory, you're more beautiful now than you ever have been, and I can't wait to see what you're gonna look like at forty and fifty and sixty, and God willing a lot more numbers after that."
"Is this what it's like living in your world? It's like a goddamn rollercoaster."
What was I going to do? Lie? "Yeah, a little."
"Jory, most people, when hit men come after them, they get killed. You're lucky, spontaneous, and your guardian angel is overworked and way underpaid."
"I know, right? My angel walks into a bar and the other angels are like, 'Oh shit, that's the poor sap that's got Jory Harcourt. Look at him, he started drinking again.'"
"You need me."
"I more than need you. I don't work without you. I just don't."
"Same here."
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Might contains spoilers*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
I also need to check occasionally to make sure that something that I‘ve said was okay, really is. I tend to be too accepting of situations and circumstances. Like if a good friend of mine asked me to keep a gun for them, I would probably do it simply because it‘s my friend; why would I question it?