American King (New Camelot #3)

but I am nothing in the face of his love.

“All these years…I think I know every crook and edge of you. And then you go and say things like that, and it’s like I’m falling in love for the first time all over again.”

One look at those winter-blue eyes and those delicate lips and I was finished.

“Not loving you isn’t on the table for me, Patroclus.”

“I never could, you know. You are my strength. My courage. And I need you.

over the hair that Embry kissed not ten minutes ago.

When we first met, he thought I was his enemy and I thought he was perfect.

Our last first

He swallows, still crying, and stands up, and I know exactly what he wants. I stand up too, and for the first time in his life, I pull my son into my arms and hug him. For every milestone and year I missed, for every other person’s arms he’s felt holding and carrying him, for every empty, bitter moment he felt today when he learned the truth and had to endure it alone.

I hug him. I close my eyes, press my face into his already strong and heavy shoulder, and I thank God for this unexpected grace. This undeserved mercy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

boat cuts through the water like a knife, swift and smooth.

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