“I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours.”

“Glancing at the bottle of tequila in Tate’s hand, Logan questioned much more calmly than he felt, “How full was that?”Tate lifted the quarter-empty bottle and shrugged. “Unopened. Why?”

“He paused leaning over to lay his lips on hers, “It’s time to feel again. Let me save you from yourself. You were drowning when I found you, but I’m not letting you go, not without a fight.” He kissed her sweetly and moved back standing up and over her. Lena looked up at his out stretched hand.“Take my hand Lena.” He offered and she knew he meant it in a way that went far beyond offering to help her stand.”

“I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours.”

“It was time to free him from my burdens.”

“How could I have ever thought she was what was wrong in my life? She was the only thing that made any sense, and when she was broken and hurting, so was I.”

“Waiting is often the best part of the story," he explains. "After all, once you know the story, its over.”