Hopeless Romantic by Julie Capulet

Author:Julie Capulet [Capulet, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Hopeless Romantic, Julie Capulet, McCabe Brothers
Publisher: Julie Capulet
Published: 2019-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Bo takes me home. He carries me straight up to his room. He takes off my coat and most of his gear and he puts me into his bed. He leaves my hat on. He wraps his big body around me and he holds me as I cry.

I cry it all out. All of it.

I never cried when it was happening. Crying made me feel weak, like I couldn’t handle what I needed to handle. But now it wants out. It wracks through me in wrenching sobs. My tears wet his chest and he just holds me and smooths my hair, crooning words to me. You’re okay now. I’m here with you and I’m going to take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need to make you happy. You’ll see. There’s nothing stopping us now. Everything’s okay.

I cry until the tears dry up and there’s nothing left.

Until the words he’s murmuring almost sound like they could be true.

I climb up onto him. I gaze into his eyes. How is such a thing possible, to meet someone, to feel a connection that runs this deep, so, so quickly? You hear it described, how some people just “click.” That’s what’s happened to us. Me and Bo click. Something about our souls is a match. Our broken pieces fit together. “You rescued me again,” I tell him.

“I’ll keep rescuing you as many times as you need to be rescued.”

No one in my life has said the kind of things Bo says to me. “Why do you do it?”

“Because you rescued me first. I was starting to doubt everything about my life. And then I looked up and there you were.”

I’m crying again, but for a different reason. “I don’t know where you came from, Bo McCabe. But I think I like you.”

He laughs softly. “I like you, too, Millie Baylin. A lot. Let’s start with that and see where it takes us.”

“I guess we could do that.”

“We’re doing that. We’re doing it.” He holds my face and kisses my lips softly. “I’m not happy with you, by the way, for walking out on me.”

“I wanted to give you one last chance to be free of me. All those things those guys were saying were true.” My mother’s arrests always involved drama, mugshots and, apparently, a lingering online footprint. Sometimes I hate the internet.

“I don’t care about that. It doesn’t matter.”

“None of it’s glamorous. Addiction. Incarceration. Breaking and entering. Fraud.”

“Neither is the stuff that happened to my parents. Your mother was sick. So was mine. Life can be messy. And hard. And cruel. But it can also be beautiful.”

He’s right. His sapphire eyes glimmer in the dim lighting of his room.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “What’s going on, right here, right now—this is beautiful. We’re going to see where this leads us, because it feels good. It doesn’t matter if it’s happening fast. I like fast. I’ve waited a long time and all of it was slow. I’m ready for fast.”

“But you can’t

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