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282 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2010
“Bail?” He had the balls to call and ask for money after all he’d done? ... “Where do you expect me to get money, Phil? You cleaned out my bank account, remember?”
(Starts out well enough...)
“Come on, Nik. I’m your brother. You have to help me out. We’re family.”... “You know what, Phil? I am going to help you. I’m going to help you learn to stand on your own two feet for once. You got yourself into this mess, Phillip Timothy Kimball, so you are going to accept the consequences. You’re going to stay there, face the judge and plead guilty. You’re going to do whatever sentence he gives you, and you’re not going to phone me looking for money ever again. You’re going to find a job, and you’re going to pay back every cent you stole from me.”
“You can’t mean that—”
“Yeah, I do. It’s called taking responsibility for your own actions... She clutched the receiver, her palms sweaty. In her heart, she knew she was doing the right thing,
(Ok, right there, what the fuck! that whole speech there, makes me want to smash her head into the wall. WTELF (what the every-loving fuck - for those who don't know.) Could she be any more spineless and forgiving?!...)
but it took all her courage to say what she’d been thinking all these years.
(don't get excited, it doesn't get good from here, but continues on this weakassed, "oh! He took my can of coke... and DRANK it!!" crap. He fucking robbed her blind, she acts as if he took her bicycle without permission!!!!!!!!!)
“Nik, you gotta help me out here.”
If he sounded more desperate instead of annoyed, she might have been tempted to help him. “No, Phil. When I took you in, you promised you’d help me with the horses, yet you didn’t do a damned thing around here. I worked hard for that money. I scrimped and saved for every single penny, for every single bale of hay for the horses. I paid your doctor bills when you broke your hand in that bar fight, even though I needed the money to pay the next month’s mortgage.... You ate my food and watched my cable. I always found a way to excuse you because you’re my brother, and I thought I was helping you. But the first time I turned my back, the first time I left you alone, you took everything from me and sold it so you could go gamble at the track or buy your next snort of coke. You didn’t give a damn about whether I could pay for the roof over my head or feed my horses. Because everything has to be all about you and what you want, the hell with me and everyone else.”
“So I made a couple bad decisions in a moment of weakness—”
“Moment of weakness?” Incredulous, she snorted at his gall.... "
(Give me a fuckin brake!!!!!!!!)
Memorable Scenes:
- table smexing scene, including whipped cream and caramel sauce > Need I say more?
- Brett telling Nikki how Dillon saved his life > yes, I cried.
- Scene at the pond > I cried again.
Favorite Quotes:
“An idea? Involving Brett?” She must have been having a few fantasies of her own from the blush that crept up her neck and filled her cheeks. Damned, if she didn’t look even more innocent. And as sexy as all get out.
He pulled down the neck of her shirt and peered beneath the fabric.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing if that blush you’ve got going extends all the way down. Hey, look at that, it does.”
She slapped at his hand until his finger popped from the fabric. “Do you ever think of anything but sex?”
“Sure. I think of food sometimes too.”
“From where I’m standing, I’ve got a couple of choices here. My favorite right now is to move back to my place and not date either of you. I’ll raise goats and morph into an eccentric old lady everyone laughs at.”
“I’m not liking that option,” Dillon muttered.
The mattress dipped when Dillon shifted his weight. She murmured something about morning breath, and Dillon chuckled. “My dick doesn’t give a damn about morning breath, darlin’. Open those pretty lips of yours, will you?”
“Hon, it’s time to put on your big girl panties. You have to stop living your life trying to please everyone else. I know it’s tough—as women we’re trained to put ourselves last. But there comes a time when you have to think of yourself. When you have to listen to your heart.”