To Fall for Winter (Kinney Brothers Book 2) by Kelsey Kingsley

Author:Kelsey Kingsley [Kingsley, Kelsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE |

SHOWER HEADS & WINTER DANCES

The next day, my day off, Snow went to work, and I went out to Home Depot a couple towns over to buy the shower head that she said she liked.

Look at me. Romantic gestures and all.

But I wasn’t a handy guy, and I had to call my big brother to come over and help me out during his lunch hour.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, holding the thing in place while I screwed it in.

“Sure about what?”

“Y’know ... This.” He looked around the bathroom at all the girly shite cluttering the shelves and vanity. “Livin’ with Snow.”

“What do you mean?” I raised a brow at him, and he twisted his lips around something he knew I might want to punch him for.

“I just mean … after everything. You don’t exactly have the greatest history with women, and it’s a little, ehm … fast.”

I twisted the screwdriver, glancing up at him. “This is different,” I said, moving on to the next screw, pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes with concentration. “I like her. Granny does too.”

“I do too. I think she’s good for you. I just wanted to make sure you … ya know …”

“Thought it through?” I asked, laughing and stepping out of the shower, the new head successfully in place.

He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, well …” He nodded, resigning to the fact that I already knew what floated around in all of their heads. “Yeah.”

I put the screwdriver back in his toolkit, ran my hands over the cool red metal, and shifted my jaw. “You don’t think she’s too crazy?” I asked, looking to him for his brotherly advice in the ways of love and romance. Lord knows he had that shite figured out from the earliest of ages.

And Patrick laughed. “Oh, I think she’s absolutely insane, but she’s your type of crazy, I think.”

My type of crazy. I considered the idea that I could have a type of crazy, a type of not quite there. Those other girls, the ones before Cheryl, were they just my search to find the crazy that worked for me? Was Cheryl there just to prove that I couldn’t do plain and boring? Maybe that’s all any relationship was, I thought; finding a flavor of insanity to complement your own.

And maybe Snow was mine.

No … I hoped.

I hoped she was mine.

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