“So, Yara brings Brent home to meet her parents, and he ends up in the E.R.” — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“Will you please stop peeking at me like that? This is degrading enough as it is." "Did it ever occur to you," I said,… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“An old western standoff had nothing on the looks that my mom and grandma were exchanging. A tumbleweed could have rolled through the kitchen… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“So, Yara brings Brent home to meet her parents, and he ends up in the E.R.” — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“Right,” I fumed, my index finger poking him in the chest. “So we’re even then. My kiss didn’t count because it was an accident… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“Please be careful. Know that if something happened to you, you wouldn’t be the only one hurt.” — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“So, what you're saying is that I bring out your book - wielding, short tempered side?" He hooked his foot through the straps of… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“I stopped at a red light, turned my head, and allowed myself to enjoy the handsomeness that was Brent. He noticed my staring and asked, "What?" "As if you don't know. You're not the type of guy that a girl gets tired of looking at." "Oh. Well in that case, you're welcome to look all you want," he said and… — Lani Woodland Copy Share
“That was . . .” I trailed off trying to find the proper adjective. “Long overdue?” “Long overdue? You’re the one who got skittish when I mentioned how I felt and backed away when we almost kissed.” “You call me on all my crap, don’t you?” He laughed throwing his head back. “That’s one of the things I love about… — Lani Woodland Copy Share
“A few minutes after discovering we had a goal but no plan, Brent was laughing heartily at a pathetic joke I had made. It reminded me of the first day on campus when I had thought his laughter sounded like a melody. It did now, even more so. It was music, beautiful, in a manly way, like a sensual, slow… — Lani Woodland Copy Share
“A book from a nearby shelf tumbled to the ground and the pages rustled a moment before settling. I bit my lip, debating. If… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“I gulped; I had the overwhelming sensation that what we had done wasn’t enough. I’m not sure what I had expected, maybe a fairy… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
“Going through a tragedy leaves an impression on people’s souls. Once you’ve had a loss, you learn to deal with it and move on,… — Lani Woodland Copy Share Image
