Well . . . I have no idea what the f**k just happened, but I'm pretty sure Faylinn just told me to take my feelings for her and shove 'em— and we both know that isn't going to f*****g happen. I searched for her for fifteen f*****g years. I can't imagine what she's been through, but if she thinks I'm giving up, she really has lost her f*****g mind. I don't care if it takes another fifteen years before she's ready. I'm going to make that woman my ol' lady just like I wanted to when I was twenty-two and didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground. She's right— we aren't the same people we were back then. I'm a determined motherfucker who gets what he wants, hell or high water, and I still want Faylinn O'Shea.
Walking over to the bed, I pull the covers back and strip down to my boxers.
