“Sometimes, when he could, he would drive me to work or pick me up after a late shift at the grocery store. He would drive me to the football games, too, and we’d sit side-by-side, drinking slushies and watching Jenna… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“I love you, Wren,” he said, voice strong and smooth as the river. “For everything that you are and everything that you aren’t.” — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“I want that kind of love that leaves you breathless when it hits you, and makes you want to throw up at the thought… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“I want someone I can laugh with, and go on adventures with. Someone who will challenge me to be better but also support me… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“I was like my father. And that was okay. I had always said I was a combination of him and my mother, and it… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“What have you been drinking, anyway?” “Whiskey,” he answered easily, and a short laugh escaped my lips. “Of course. I should have guessed.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I shrugged, using a spoon to break up a large ice chunk before replacing the top on the blender and turning it on again. “Just makes sense. You’re practically whiskey on legs,… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share
“Corbin, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to break down all the walls I have. I can’t promise you that I’ll never… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, we have to trust the ones we love, the ones who love us, even when it’s hard to do.” Her eyes skirted to my tent, to the journal, before they found mine. “Because even though marriage brings us together as a unit, there are still two individuals who make that whole. And they need to be able to have… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share
“And maybe that’s what love was, giving someone the power to shatter you and trusting that they wouldn’t.” — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“I was where I needed to be. I wasn’t going to regret staying in Pittsburgh or taking the full-time job with Rye Publishing. I loved what I did, who I worked with, and how my future looked. I worked damn hard to make it to where I was. I knew going into my internship that the likelihood of me getting… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share
“Maybe I wasn’t broken after all, maybe I was only learning to walk on a new kind of path, a gravel road my tender… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
“He smelled like fall — not like pumpkin and freshly fallen leaves, but like fall in Florida — salty like the beach air, earthy… — Kandi Steiner Copy Share Image
