Chapters (73)
- TITLE PAGE
- TABLE OF CONTENTS
- PRAISE FOR K. BROMBERG
- ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- EPILOGUE TWO
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I love when she makes that sound, that startled oh that she uses for a myriad of responses. “The restaurant? Yes. I had plans to take you there, but honestly, that’s not what you wanted and it wasn’t fair to ask that of you after a long day of work. So now we’re going to share the want.”
That would have been feeding her to the wolves. Is she beautiful? Fuck yeah, she is. But after a long day of work, tired and flour-covered, the “Hollywood standard” would have eviscerated her. I thought up Operation Live-A-Little to bolster her self-esteem, to make her see herself how I do—gorgeous, driven, funny, honest—and parading her around when she didn’t feel her best would have done the exact opposite.
“I get we’re married and all, Jase, but you just lost me,” she jokes and then lets her head fall back against the seat again. But I like how she angles it there so she can look at me. I like the feeling of her eyes on me like I’m the only thing she sees.
“I’m hungry. You’re hungry. We’re both tired. Let’s skip the fancy and go for what will hit perfectly.” I end the comment with perfect timing as I pull into the drive-thru line at In-N-Out Burger.
“Really?” Her eyes widen and she perks up in a way that tells me this was the right decision.
“Yes. Really. But”—I hold a finger up— “pretty sure I can top The Vine.”
“No way,” she gasps.
“Yes way.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Gizmo
The crash of the waves beyond is like a soothing soundtrack to the crinkle of the paper bag every time we reach in to grab another couple of fries.
We’re backed into a parking spot at the beach. There are other people milling around, but the night is moonless, and while that prevents a view of the waves, it also prevents people from recognizing me.
And I’m beginning to realize I might have needed this just as much as she did.
There’s a rush that comes with being recognized. A feeding of my ego that becomes addicting after you’ve had it for so long. But this is simple. Real—just like Hendrix—and I mean that in the best way possible.
“This is heaven,” she says as she takes a sip of her drink and leans back against the back part of the seat from where we’re seated in the cargo area of my SUV.
“I am definitely not complaining.” I chuckle when I finish chewing. “This was our staple when we first started—before we made it. The burgers are cheap and the beach is free and man, that goes a long way when you’re broke.”