" She’d fallen in love with a man who risked it all to stoke the embers of desire created that first night and turn those sparks into flames of love. Who saw what she couldn’t because her heart was closed to the possibilities. Who respected and cherished all she was.

Ford “Killer” Callaghan slayed her every time, and she was happy to die in his arms every night. "

― Kate Meader , In Skates Trouble (Chicago Rebels, #0.5)