Page 133 of Falling for Mr. Ruthless
Not as partners or parents or people forced together by circumstance and history. But as what we've always been beneath pretense and performance and careful distance maintained against the threat of what truth might reveal.
Two people who recognize themselves in each other.
Who choose each other knowing exactly what that choice demands.
Who build something lasting not despite damage—but because of lessons carved into skin and bone.
The Berkshires wait. New house. New beginning. New chapter in story that should have ended years ago but refused to die.
But tonight, this bed. This woman. This moment complete in itself, needing no justification beyond its existence:
Some things can't be measured.
Some connections can't be severed.
Some loves refuse to die even when buried beneath years of careful silence.
Mr. Ruthless, indeed.
But never with her.
Never again.
