I started off rather disliking Marc. For many varied reasons. But it’s Bridgette who really pisses me off in this book. Talk about taking miscommunication to an extreme. She keeps herself bottled up tightly, leaving many to get the wrong impressions, etc. Including me, the reader.

I said in the last book’s review that I saw Bridgette as cold in the first book she appeared in, and then realized I was wrong when I’d seen inside her head and saw how emotional she actually turned out to be. But then I realized a truth. She is cold. To everyone outside of her. Not letting those ‘others’ know how she actually feels, and . . . etc. etc., I’m just repeating myself now.

And Marc, despite being a reckless manic seemingly eager to kill herself as a guard against feeling lonely and unwanted sure seems to keep putting herself into positions to be punished. Despite many attempts to blow her off by Bridgette, Marc kept going back for more. And then when she was at her lowest, weak, concussed, broken, whimpering in an emergency room, she clung to Bridgette’s promise to stick around. And, of course, Bridgette didn’t. Didn’t even say bye. Can you see why I kind of loath Bridgette? She’s in her own little pain filled world, acting hot and cold with Marc, and basically apparently not caring about anyone else outside herself. Because. She be broken. She watched her brother die. By bulls. And Marc rides bulls. This pisses off Bridgette. Not that she ever actually even hinted at what kept making her go all cold towards Marc, but, bah. Hot and cold. Hot and fucking cold.

Already knew Marc was crazy, I mean, you have to be to get onto a bull and ride one for money. Repeatedly. So she might actually be ‘perfect’ for Bridgette, eh? Since Bridgette’s a crazy little bitch. Even when she realizes where her heart truly lies, she still acts like a crazy little bitch. turning up at 3 am, not letting Marc say anything. Telling her to just listen. Then just kissing her instead of talking. Crazy little bitch.

Bridgette: You scare me.
Marc: Scare you? I scare you? Every time we get close, you disappear on me. I feel tossed back and forth, worse than the first time I rode a bronc. Is sex all you want from me?

Well. At least Marc’s been paying attention.

Bridgette, paraphrasing, ‘all I ever do is turn up, fuck you, and flee. Continue riding bulls and we are done. *flees after saying that.’ Self-centered little fucker. “God, she needed Marc’s passion. She also needed her trust.” Um, what the fuck? Why should Marc have any reason to trust her? Has she ever shown any sign Bridgette is deserving of trust?

Bridgette asked Marc to give up her life, her career, and in returned offered to give up . . . nothing. No, you can’t say something like ‘offered her heart.’ Not when love’s a two way street and both were giving up their hearts. So, to reiterate, Bridgette wanted it all. And was going to give up nothing to get it. ( )