“A dog wash?” Bird repeated the next morning. I’d called her to let her know I needed to talk. She was making her Scoopin’ Poopin’ runs and had invited me to ride along with her. I shrugged. “Could be interesting, in a guys-in-wet-T-shirts kind of way.” ‘Hmm. Hadn’t thought of that. Still, it’s going to be a lot of work,… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“You never talk to the pitcher when…” He shook his head. “You just never talk to the pitcher when--” “I just wanted to congratulate him on a good game--” “It’s not over ’til it’s over,” Chase said. “You jinxed me,” Jason said, crouching down in the corner, pressing his palms against his forehead, like he’d been struck with a migraine… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“Hey, ya'll,can we go?" Leah asked. "The cute guys are gonna be taken by the time we get there." "No,they won't be," Sam said,"Because… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I haven’t had cotton candy in forever,” he said. “I’d forgotten how…sugary it is.” “It’s pure sugar.” “I wonder who invented it.” “I think… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Deception may give us what we want for the present, but it will always take it away in the end.” — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“You’ve got Mac. When we went to get drinks at the concert, all he talked about was how cool you were. And Jason? The… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Dani, I saw your roster that night at Ben and Jerry’s, when it fell out of your bag. I unfolded it, shouldn’t have, but I did. I saw the hottie scores--” “No. I mean, yes, I gave you a six, but I did it because I wanted to give you a ten.” He shook his head. “That makes no sense.”… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“ Crack! I covered my head, ducked down. Bird didn’t laugh. She likened me to a survivor of some traumatic event who is always spooked by certain noises. She just touched my shoulder and said, “It went the other way.” I straightened up. “But it was a foul ball.” “Yeah.” I hated that I kept flinching. I wondered how long… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“I'm trying to figure out how much I need to deposit into the Kate-have-a-good-time fund," he said. "It's pretty empty.You might have to make a substanial deposit." I couldn't believe how breathless I sounded,like I'd been running beside a snowmobile instead of riding on it. His grin grew."I'm still strapped for cash." "You're torturing me,you know thst? Did you take… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“I wasn’t usually one to toot my own horn, which could also explain the no-boyfriend-status of my life. If bright plumage was the key,… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“I need to figure out what it was I did that made me hit the home run.” “You connected the bat to the ball.” “No, it was more than that. Something I did before the game, maybe--” “No, no, no,” I said, lifting myself up onto my toes so I could look directly into his eyes. “There was no thing… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share
“I found him in the kitchen, at the table in the bay window, already eating his cereal. “I was going to fix you breakfast,”… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
