“From my vantage point I can see the back of his neck flush pink beneath his collar. He's got freckles there, too.… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“He may not have said the words, but I know my son. I saw the way he looked at you." "How?" "Like… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I have never been this close to a man before. Something stirs deep, pulsing through my body, and its quite like the… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I feel us tilting toward each other like trees in a strong breeze. I've been craving the sight of him for days,… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I give Finn a wicked smile. "Don't you think a peg leg would be charming? Like a pirate? The first mate of… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“Get on with it," Mrs. O'Hare prompts, and I do, wrapping the bandage snugly over Finn's instep and up his calf― which… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“Finns squares his shoulders—which have gotten a good deal sturdier since I last saw him. Or paid attention, at any rate. How… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“From my vantage point I can see the back of his neck flush pink beneath his collar. He's got freckles there, too. I wonder… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“Everybody breaks at some point. It's how you patch yourself up that counts" -Connor” — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“He may not have said the words, but I know my son. I saw the way he looked at you." "How?" "Like he'd do… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I cannot imagine a life without books. Without Father's stories of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses, without pirate stories and fairy tales and… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“Maura looks stunned, as though she's been slapped. "What about me? Don't you trust me?" She gives a hysterical little laugh. Tears are gathering… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I have never been this close to a man before. Something stirs deep, pulsing through my body, and its quite like the tug of… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I can’t see any other reason he would shut down the bookshop, unless it was to help you somehow. He loves books.' She gives… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I feel us tilting toward each other like trees in a strong breeze. I've been craving the sight of him for days, but now… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“Brother Ralston smiles fondly, only too willing to believe in my womanly frailty. If it weren’t to my advantage, I’d slap the smile from… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
“I fumble with the top button of his vest and, when it comes undone, tug at the next one. Finn catches my earlobes between… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
