All In: (The Naturals #3)

Home isn’t a place, Cassie. The memory crept up on me. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

“Dean,” I wheezed.

He was with me in an instant. “I see it,” he said. “I need you to breathe for me, Cassie. I see it.”

Dean was my voice when I had none.

“Last one on the plane gets their initials shaved into Dean’s head.”

“And I’ve magnanimously decided against shaving my initials into Dean’s head.”

Dean glowered at Michael. “I swear to God, Townsend, if you—”

“I’m thoroughly considering going into Redding’s room tonight while he’s sleeping and shaving my initials into his head.”

“She’s going to be fine,” Dean muttered. “I’m going to have a heart attack.”

“You make him happy.”

“Believe me,” he said simply.

Across from us, Lia eyed our hands and then brought her own to her forehead in a melodramatic motion. “I’m a dark and angsty profiler,” she intoned. “No,” she countered in a falsetto, bringing her other hand up, “I’m a dark and angsty profiler. Ours is a star-crossed love.”