The Happy Ever After Playlist

Someone smart once told me you can start over again. Start now

She’d painted this from memory. It was like seeing the moment through her eyes. This was how she had seen me that day, smiling and happy.

I’d been happy because she was there.

And I’d never be that happy again.

Sloan had painted me.

capable, loving hands.

“Have them. They’re yours,” he said.

I smiled. “You’re giving me your hands?”

“My hands, my voice. My back to do your heavy lifting, my arms to carry you to bed when you’ve had too much tequila. My money, my time, my heart. It’s all yours, Sloan.”

I wanted to reach her and touch her and hold her in my arms forever.

Because I was completely and totally in love with her.

Mom was flipping out. Not just because Sloan was The Huntsman’s Wife, but because I didn’t bring women home as a rule.

And bringing Sloan home meant exactly what Mom thought it did.

“You think you know what love looks like. You think the fairy tales and the romantic movies prepare you. And then you finally, really truly find it and you realize you never knew a thing about it until her.” He shook his head. “She was every love song I’ve never been good enough to write.”

Nobody would ever love her like I would. She would never find the same devotion, even if she looked for a lifetime

You can’t control the bad things that happen to you. All you can do is decide how much of you you’re going to let them take

“It’s just how I feel. I’m yours. All of me. I think I always belonged to you. Even when you belonged to someone else.” His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “Tucker knew it. He took one look and he saw the other half of me inside of you and he brought you home.”