“Nights like this,” someone had told him, not so long ago, “feel like the world’s waiting for something.” He was sure, in hindsight, that on that night on a back step with a shared bottle of grocery store Pinot Noir,… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Ava propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and smiled to herself, watching. “Mmm, that’s what a girl likes to see first thing in the… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“That’s a very long story that doesn’t need telling to a woman I’m trying to impress.” She felt her face grow warm. “There’s… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“She didn’t know if she cried for what she’d lost as a teenager, or for the confused tangle of emotions inside her now. Either… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Break up with him,” he said softly, “or I’ll put his head through a window.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Fillette.” He twisted his upper body toward her, so he could put both arms around her, press her back against the pillows and blot… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“He knew he loved her in February: steam leaving the mug of coffee in her hands in thick curls; her hair a snarled mess around her shoulders; the morning on the other side of the window bitter and windswept; her face lovely, pale, and lonely in a way he didn’t understand. She sat in the chair in his bedroom, in… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share
“How many times have you been slapped on dates?” “Five,” he said as he checked over his shoulder and eased back out into traffic.… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“He was the king, damn it, the Lean Dog, an American hellhound. And fuck idiots like this who tried to challenge him.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Behind every strong man is a strong woman?” he guessed. “Beside,” Ghost corrected. “She’s beside him.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
