Page 66 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

Leave it to Nash to send me back to my nervous tics.

“Logan knows the craft isn’t linear.”

“The craft? The fucking craft? Do you know how pretentious that sounds?”

The worst part about being rude to someone? When they didn’t even acknowledge you.

Fine. I’d just let him work on that piece of emotional anarchy while I put together something sweet and hopeful and festive. Our whole point of being here.

Not delicious sex and stupid fights and big, jagged emotions that had no place inside me. Since they definitely weren’t inside him. Not when it came to me. His thoughts and feelings were for his messy past. Probably as they should be. He had unresolved issues, and now he was becoming mine.

Unless I put a stop to this.

Since he was still occupied with my notebook, I picked up the one he’d discarded. The line at the top about light was what I needed.

Light in the night, I see you shine

Last hope in a canyon

Last broken dream, almost forgotten

You’re my faith

The reason I can find my way through

Holding onto a dream

Holding onto you

Light in the night, I see you shine

I still believe

The guiding post for me, for mine

No matter how far I go

You draw me back

Draw me home

I still believe

Light in the night, I see you shine

You’re the reason

For all the celebrations, all the happy times

And wishes in children’s eyes

Without you there is no season

No tidings of joy

In the darkness of a winter’s night

Light in the night, I see you shine

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