“Good afternoon, residents! A reminder that our salsa dance class starts in ten minutes.” “Shall we go to that, Gram-Gram?” I said. “A lot of times, meeting someone in person is best.” “Only women go to salsa dancing.” “Maybe you… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Dance class, huh?" he said. "You don't look the type." "And what does that mean?" I asked. "You're not built like a dancer," he commented. "You should probably stop talking now," I advised. "Got a little bit more meat on… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“I opened the night table drawer and closed it fast. Okay, then. Mom still had womanly needs. Good for her. I’d get some eye… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Tried be cheerful, tried be upbeat, tried not to let my feelings show, not to blame him, not to mind when day after day,… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“If we’re not going to get married, we need to break up. So…shit or get off the pot, honey.” “That was beautiful,” murmured Father… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“I had often envisioned my funeral—me lying against the rose-colored satin, looking utterly stunning, U2’ s and Ed Sheeran’s sadder songs playing gently in… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Then, walking across the room, hips swaying, blond hair flowing as if in a shampoo commercial, came Joe's date. Tall. Skinny. Big boobs despite… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“His child was now officially smarter than he was, and he didn’t like it.” — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, I'm a bleeping idiot.” — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Don't be nice to me," she whispered, though she didn't move away. "I might cry if you are.” — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Liam's face grew serious. "I'll take good care of you, Cordelia. I promise.” — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“Calm down, calm down. Deep breath,” Colleen whispered. “It's showtime. He's a nice guy, you're a nice woman.” “Hey, Paulie,” Bryce said as he… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
“I’d known friends who went through this, the grim tracking of the ovulation cycle, the way making love becomes insemination, as romantic as a… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share Image
