Don’t be a cow. You’re just jealous you got dumped, Jax spat at his sister.
No, I see clearly what she’s trying to do, but I won’t allow it.And what’s that? I spat, angry that he’d think me meek enough to be controlled by her.
She can’t. I’m not blind, Logan, but I’m also not a bitch, and I won’t let her turn me into one. I’m sorry she hurt you, and it kills me that she walked out on Oliver, but I won’t treat her like trash. Oliver deserves better—and she deserves a chance to make it right with him.What? Logan pushed himself up to his feet, all but tossing me aside. Deserves a chance? His scowl was hard and set on me.She’s his mother. You can’t ever change that.
Maybe not, but I sure as hell won’t make it easy for her. If she really wants to prove herself, then she’ll do it by finding a job, accepting she and I are never going to be together, and spending time to get to know her son—not trying to manipulate the girl I love.I stepped into him and placed my hands on the scruff of his cheeks, forcing his sneer to soften.
And I love you, and I love Oliver—more than I ever thought I could love anyone. You’re both…
Words failed me. A soft sigh escaped as the depth of my emotions and our connection settled in. You’re part of me, and I’ll never let anyone hurt either of you ever again. I’ll protect your son with my life. But for him, I’ll also try to understand his mother—try to give her a chance, because he deserves to have a mother in his life. Don’t punish him for her mistakes.As I threw open the studio door, I collided with Eve and gasped as hot coffee soaked the front of my cashmere sweater.
Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Eve’s hands flailed above my chest, as two now-empty coffee cups rolled at our feet.You okay? Killian grabbed my shoulder, turning me toward him.
I pulled the sweater away from my body. I’m fine. The sweater shielded me from the worst of its heat.I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Mr. O’Dea.