“Where's your fiancé?" Trevor asks casually. I stiffen slightly, and Trevor steps back a little. "Well," I breathe. "Um, we sort of broke up." Trevor's eyes widen a fraction, an eyebrow raising in surprise. He stops dancing, but none of… — 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 loped over to Paulie's car. “Everything okay here? Our window just broke.” Paulie inhaled audibly, her breath hitching in her throat. “Oh! Wow. Hi. Your eyes are so...so...blue.” Colleen winced. “Stop that.” “Stop that,” echoed Paulie.… — Kristan Higgins Copy Share
“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
