“Today, God was reminding her that she shouldn't expect to receive everything she wanted in life. The things you wanted and prayed for and didn't receive left holes in your heart and sometimes in your historical village, too. As much… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“You had to navigate the path the best you could, try to discern what was right, and then hope mightily for the best.” — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“Nora wasn't a football fan. Who had time to watch football when there were so many fantastic books in the world yet unread?” — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“Britt's frequent romances always took off like rockets propelled by promise and power and star-crossed destiny. Then, a few months in, they all fizzled… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“Saint Bo, a man christened with the miraculous ability to gentle horses, nervous women, and one year olds.” — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“He frowned back. He wasn't a charity case. Nor was he a man whose mind was easily changed. Redheaded librarians who used big words… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“You in the mood for a movie tonight?" Kate asked him a couple days later. Matt was working, and she was sitting on her… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“He never promised us that we wouldn't suffer. But He's too just not to redeem it. And He does promise us that He won't… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“He was defeated. Competitive him, who'd spent most of his life perfecting the art of winning. He'd been trounced by a woman. Killed with… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“She was bookish! She had no experience holding eye contact with Navy SEALs. All the practice she'd put in with Mr. Darcy and Rochester… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“Velma eyed Kate assessingly. She swiped at her hairline with fingers decorated with several diamond-studded gold rings and long nails shellacked with opalescent pearl… — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
“So . . . I am the someone you were speaking of earlier? Yes. You're my someone. You're my someone, too.” — Becky Wade Copy Share Image
