Fine!’ she snapped, the desperation to have him growing exponentially now. ‘I missed you. Only you. No man could ever make me feel like you do. I’m ruined for all others. I renamed all my...

Sweetheart, I’ll be a Marine ‘til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.

I want you, Delilah Anne. Never doubt that. I want a life with you. With your voice and your touch and your thoughts and your arguments. I want your grace and your mistakes and your...