“She wasn't a prude. Not really. She liked sex a lot. More now than she had ten minutes ago, to be perfectly honest.” — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“It surprised him how badly he wanted her to stay. It was that male possessiveness again.” — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“If it makes you feel better, Cole hasn’t kissed me at all. Not even affectionately.” “Is that a thing? Are you thinking Cole might… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“He cleared his throat. “You noticed.” “And guys just don’t seem to notice me at all!” “Forgive me for not being too broken up… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair.” — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“Wouldn’t hurt if you used your connections to grease the wheels.” “I can do that. But damn, Cole how hard is it to just ask?” “Hard,” Cole said, pushing his hand through his hair. “Especially when you’re afraid asking is going to blow up the family.” Cade nodded. “So we both know.” “Yeah.” “And Lark doesn’t.” “Nope.” “Keep it that… — Maisey Yates Copy Share
“Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his heart beat faster” — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“He relaxed his hands, lifted one and tucked a strand of wispy blonde hair behind her ear. She didn’t move; she only looked at… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“She said no, Lark,” Cole said, his eyes meeting Kelsey’s. Kelsey felt her stomach flutter. And it wasn’t from nausea.” — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“I didn’t get here based on lineage, Travis. I’m here because I work hard. The only thing that’s blue in my family lineage are… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“Yeah, I will. Why do you care so much all of a sudden?” Cade shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do. And like… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“She shook her head and dropped the focus of the light down to the ground. “Well, thanks for . . . everything. Dinner. And… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
“Hi.” He turned and saw Kelsey standing in the door of the kitchen, looking . . . Well, she was glowing. That pregnant woman… — Maisey Yates Copy Share Image
