Status Updates From Love So Irresistible (The L...

Chapter one made me smile. It's a good start.

She laced their fingers together. “Mason,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me again.” “Not a chance in hell,” he said.

Every guy in here is suffering, but what they’re not doing—what I’m not doing—is giving up just because I fall down.” “For though the righteous fall down seven times, they rise again.” It was his and Tristan’s favorite verse in Proverbs. He had it tattooed in Hebrew on his left arm as did Tristan. Only he didn’t feel righteous.

Giving her a dark look, he said, “We need to stop seeing each other.” Her mouth dropped open, then she snapped it shut and marched up to him. “No. You are not doing this to me. I refuse to let you turn into some kind of love-them-and-leave-them a**hole because it won’t stop with me.” “Keeping you safe, yeah that makes me a real a**hole.”

That sweet talk sounds a bit awkward and how exactly did she grab her ankles?

You normally go diving alone? Isn’t that dangerous?” “For him it might be.” He rechecked her lifejacket and Bomber’s. “But for me—no.” “What about sharks?” She whispered the last word. “I stay away from them, and they stay away from me. Predator respects predator.” “Oh, good Lord,” she muttered. “Try being serious.”

“Need me to grill the steaks?” “Yep. Left it all to you. Men. Fire. Meat. It’s a trifecta of what makes America ’Merica!” He eyed her, and she grinned without shame. “Too much?” “You forgot a hot woman and a cold beer.”

For once, he didn’t feel guilty. For once, he enjoyed what the music offered. The melody softened. Tears pricked at his eyes. What a beautiful soul Skylar was.

I don’t want to be a guilt-ridden obligation.” Where in the hell had that come from? “I don’t understand why you’re upset.” “I’m not upset. I’m going home.” “Men like me are not the most intuitive creatures on the planet when it comes to guessing women’s moods, but I for damn sure can tell by your posture and tone of your voice that you are, in fact, upset.”

“Don’t be nice to me just because I’m wounded.” “Oh, I’m not. I’m being respectful to an elder who just so happens to be a wounded SEAL.” “Elder? First old man, and now this. I’m twenty-six years old.” “I’m twenty-five. That makes you my elder,” she said sweetly, cutting her gaze to him.

“He’s asleep!” “Thankless,” Preston muttered, motioning for two men to join him. “That’s what kind of job I have. Tomorrow, he won’t remember. You’ll still be blushing from where he felt you up in front of the entire EMT crew, yet I’ll still be labeled as the horn dog of the family.”

Mason Lawson hated being home again. He hated the parties, the parades, his brother and Bailey’s idiotic wedding, and having to smile at people who wouldn’t leave him the hell alone. That was all he wanted. Isolation. Peace. Quiet. Death.