Page 47 of Endgame

Hot damn.

Rourke needed to cover that body of his up. He might be an asshole, but he had a body that could make even the most conservative of girls bend her morals.

“What time are you working today?” he surprised me by asking.

“Um…” I swallowed down a piece of greasy bacon before saying, “I start at ten this morning.”

Rourke nodded once and returned to his bacon.

I would like to say that we ate in comfortable silence after that, but it would be a huge lie. There was nothing comfortable about being in Rourke’s presence.

He made me feel uneasy and weirdly exposed. The silence between us was palpable, and when he finally stood up and brought his plate to the sink, I mentally sagged in relief.

It was exhausting being around him, never knowing when to have my guard up.

“Do you need a ride?” he surprised me further by asking.

“A ride?” I strangled out.

“To work,” he clarified with a small twitch of his lips. “I assume the reason you were walking last night is because your car’s out of commission?”

“My car?”

“Yeah, Six.” Rourke full on grinned at me, exposing those deep dimples in his cheeks. He needed to smile more; they were really beautiful. “You know, it’s the thing with four wheels and an engine. Gets you from a to b.”

“I know what a car is,” I shot back, flustered. “And no. It’s just a flat. I can change it before I leave.”

“Suit yourself,” Rourke said before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me staring after him.

What the hell wasthat?

Rourke

I know there will be days

when you feel like crying.

Days when you feel like giving up.

That’s life, baby boy.

Just try and remember;

the bad days will always

lead to better days.

Happier days.

And remember you are loved.

I love you more than

I thought humanly possible.

The day the nurses placed you

in my arms was the day I fell in love...

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