Joycee’s Reviews > Can't Take My Eyes Off You > Status Update

I forget if I copied something like from a prior author bio of hers: Kait is a Mississippi native, who often swears like a sailor, calls everyone sugar, honey, or darlin', and can wield a bless your heart like a saber or a Snuggie, depending on requirements.

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SPOILER!!!

“Well, I did always want a horse growing up.”

“The horse goes with the ring and everything else. You gotta marry me to get her.”

SPOILER?!

See, the horses are just a part of that whole settling down, thing. I wanted land and a house of my own. Stuff Matt Dillon never really had.

Stepping away from your Marshal roots?

Well, I reckon I’m smarter than Matt Dillon.

Yeah? How’s that?

If he’d had an ounce of good sense, he’d have asked Miss Kitty to marry him and settle down. I’ve got more than an ounce of good sense.

The mare bobbed her head and practically batted those long lashes. Miranda laughed.

“Do you like her?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know squat about conformation or whatever, but she’s got sass.”

“As all good women should,” Chester agreed.

“I’m giving her a raise and the biggest cupcake ever.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what they call a cake.”

He’s dead.

Yeah. He is. And I’m not, thanks to you. That’s the important part.

“He’s coming for you and hell’s coming with him.” Miranda had no doubt of it.

He gaped. “Are you seriously quoting Tombstone at me right now?”

Look, I know I’ve always given you shit for choosing law enforcement over music. But it was the right choice for you. You’re a great cop. Your record speaks to that. You’re going to find Miranda, and you’re gonna bring her home.

You were supposed to be playing the Rocky theme while you delivered that speech.

It was totally playing in my head.

Duct tape was universal, utilitarian, and damned near impossible to tear.

(Eh. Maybe I’ve only dealt w/knockoffs … but if you start at an edge with your teeth or fingernails, you can tear duct tape.)

It takes guts to believe in people. To put yourself out there knowing you might not get anything back. You do that every day because you don’t know any other way to be. I don’t have that kind of courage. I’ve let my experiences define me. I’ve let them limit me. And I tried to use them to limit you.