Nia Forrester

“I had lunch with my brothers,” Mark said, his face serious. “While you were still asleep. They told me. About Corey and that stupid set-up you agreed to where you’d pretend not to be my wife . . .”“I never agreed to pretend not to be your wife,” Dylan said.Mark’s face grew serious then. “That’s what it amounted to in the end though, didn’t it? You pulled away from me in exchange for me getting . . . what?”“Your career back,” Dylan said. “Your life.”“Dylan, you’re my life. You.”

“He had never thought in his wildest imagination of marriage as an option forhim. Never believed there was a woman out there that would make him sign up for that particular brand of madness. And, in the abstract at least, it still sounded like madness but this wasn’t about marriage, it was about Riley. With her, he knew that boyfriend-girlfriend shit wasn’t going to be enough. He had to have her locked down.”

“Brendan's not the guy you use to figure your shit out, Brendan's the guy you hope you get once you have figured your shit out.”