“He slid over to me and grabbed me closer to him. My smile fell from my face with the unexpectedness of it. His hands cupped my face, his lips hovering above mine. “You seriously want to know, Tess?” He closed… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Can we get out of here?" "Your chariot awaits." "In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow. "But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent. "Sacre blur, bad accent alert!" "Wow," he said, "Le rude?" "Le sorry?" "Le hurt." Toby clutched his heart. "What can I do to soothe your shattered ego?" Toby drummed… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share
“So what are you going to do with the pies?" Mum asked. "My bike is getting fixed today it's kind of a payment, a… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of them can compare to you. I remember when you started working at the Onslow, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You were so terrified.… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share
“He thought all those things of me, but, above all, he valued our friendship.” — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“So if I was to choose? Then I choose complicated,” I said, with a nod of finality. I met his eyes again in a… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.” — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“He looked at me now. "Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'" I remembered. "Yes..." "I didn't want to… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Just be careful, hon,” Rosanna said. “Oh, are the plates hot?” I flinched back just before my hands made contact. Rosanna laughed. “No, but… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
