“Can we get out of here?" "Your chariot awaits." "In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow. "But of course,"… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“So what are you going to do with the pies?" Mum asked. "My bike is getting fixed today it's kind of a payment, a… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“He thought all those things of me, but, above all, he valued our friendship.” — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“So if I was to choose? Then I choose complicated,” I said, with a nod of finality. I met his eyes again in a… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.” — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“He looked at me now. "Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'" I remembered. "Yes..." "I didn't want to… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Just be careful, hon,” Rosanna said. “Oh, are the plates hot?” I flinched back just before my hands made contact. Rosanna laughed. “No, but… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
