From the final gambit. Spoilers for them, nothing else.
- He and my sister had been “not dating” for months.
- “I’m going to throttle him!” There was a grand total of one person who could get a rise out of my sister.
- For the past two months, Nash had been buying cowboy hats for Libby. A veritable rainbow of colors and styles. He liked to leave them where my sister would find them.
- She held up a cowboy hat. It was black with a bejeweled skull and crossbones in the center and metal spikes down the side.
“It’s very you,” I told her.
“It’s perfect!” Libby said, outraged.” - I am not in love with Nash Hawthorne. We are not a couple. We are not dating. And he is definitely not in love with me.
- – If you had a baby…
– When I have a baby, she’ll be my whole world.
– She?
– I can picture Lib with a little girl. - Enough of the people she’d loved had hurt her that, these days, it seemed like she saw her giant heart as a point of weakness, but it wasn’t one.
- “Tell you what, kid. We’ll spar for it. You and me. Winner makes the rules, and loser doesn’t whine about it.”
“Nash.” Libby gave him a reproachful look.
“If you don’t like that, Lib, you ain’t gonna love my thoughts about ~your~ safety.” - His eyes finding Libby’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.
- “He saved her, that’s what he does.”
“I don’t know, darlin’,” Nash said, giving the pup a scratch, his eyes on my sister. “I was in pretty rough shape. Maybe she saved me.” - Libby moved toward Nash and took his phone from his pocket. There was something intimate about the action—the way he let her, the way she knew he would.
- She stalked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pink soda and a black velvet cowboy hat. “I’ll wear this hat,” she told Nash, “if you paint your nails black.”
Nash gave her what could only be described as a cowboy smile. “Fingers or toes?”
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