““Worth the wait,” Joe muttered and my head tipped back. “What?” “Every bit of it. Every day, every week, every year, every fuckin’ second, buddy.” He kept muttering, his eyes intense, his face serious and my breath caught. “This. All of it. Worth the wait.” “Joe,” I whispered. His hand moved to my jaw and his thumb stroked my cheekbone. “Love you, Violet. Even when you’re bustin’ some bitch’s lip open.” I smiled, pressed even deeper into him and whispered, “I love you too, Joe.””