Rally Devney Perry Quotes

I will always choose Faye. Always. You’re my best friend, Mav. But she’s my team.

I pick you,” he said. My heart doubled, tripled, until it felt too big. “I pick you.

I was so fucking tired of pretending like this wasn’t real. That I didn’t crave her to the point of distraction.

This girl. She was it for me. She was the real deal.

Rush.” She tugged harder on my shirt. “Stop playing.” “Seems only fitting I torture you for a minute. You’ve been putting me through hell for months.

Getting pregnant from that man had always been inevitable, hadn’t it? From the day he’d changed my tire.

What about Gannon?” Brynn said. “Use your last name? Maybe not as his first, but it’s a good middle name. Kind of unique.

The only one-night stand I’d had since my freshman year had been with Faye.

The redhead. Don’t even think about it.” I stood, pushing harder on his shoulder until his ass was back on the stool. “She’s mine.

Rush Ramsey, quarterback extraordinaire, Wildcat football hero, honors student and fixer of flat tires, loved me.

I stared at my son’s face, peaceful in sleep. Rally. “Rally Ramsey,” I murmured, trying it out to see how it sounded. “Huh?” Faye asked. “What if we named him Rally?” She hummed. “Rally Gannon Ramsey.” It clicked. Instantly. “That’s his name.” “That’s his name.” Faye smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. “I guess we have to stop calling him Squish.

Faye would be a good mom, wouldn’t she? I’d had a good mom. Our child would have a good mom too.

Faye was gorgeous. Completely, intoxicatingly gorgeous. I hadn’t really let myself look, truly look, at her these past few weeks. Mostly because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to stop staring.

Rush wasn’t my boy. This pregnancy wasn’t going to lead to some fairy-tale romance. We were simply trying to figure each other out. Figure out how to survive in each other’s orbit.

You’re still holding that fucking can of bear spray, Faye. What’s it going to take to get you to put it down?

Who would I have become if I hadn’t taken so much of my mother’s criticisms to heart? Maybe it was time to find out. Maybe it was time to stop believing I wasn’t good enough. The draft is all about picks. You’re my pick. Rush’s words had played in my mind countless times this week.

it felt good to win. It was a high like no other. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. My heart still raced, even hours after the game. The whole team had been jittery during the postgame meeting.