“You in the mood for a movie tonight?" Kate asked him a couple days later. Matt was working, and she was sitting on her customary bucket taking a break, drinking bottled water, and surreptitiously admiring him from every angle. "I… — 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
