“I love you, Tess McGee. I don’t do big funny or heartfelt speeches in front of people at birthday parties, but I’m excellent in private alcoves in beer gardens.” He paused. “Okay, that sounded really bad, what I mean is… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share Image
“Can we get out of here?" "Your chariot awaits." "In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow. "But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent. "Sacre blur, bad accent alert!" "Wow," he said, "Le rude?" "Le sorry?" "Le hurt." Toby clutched his heart. "What can I do to soothe your shattered ego?" Toby drummed… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share
“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 a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of them can compare to you. I remember when you started working at the Onslow, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You were so terrified.… — C.J. Duggan Copy Share
“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
