"We might be wrong every now and then, but in the end, we’ll always be right."
I love the way Harloe writes and how she slowly pulls you in. It’s kind of poetic and swoony, and then it turns dirty—and when it does, you find yourself unwilling to put the book down.
I thought Rhodes was my favorite Harloe hero—I was wrong.
Jake takes the cake. And the fudge. And the word “impressive” will never be the same for me again.
"She smells like flowers and rain after a drought and long-awaited comfort. The combined fragrance labels her as mine."
Harper is the sassy heroine you look up to and want to be. She turned her life around. She has her own business and the best friends she could ask for. She loves her small town, even if it comes at the price of having to see Jake every once in a while. But when she does? Yeah, she gives him hell. Good for her.
"With Syd out of earshot, Jake ditches the tolerant pretense and spits a curse. She’s the only one who softens his jagged edges. The rest get piss, vinegar, and a heaping dose of disdain."
I’m not gonna lie to you—Jake is an asshole. But the way his daughter has him wrapped around her little finger… It’s hard to resist. He does whatever he needs to do for her. He will always do that. Up to a point where there’s no room for his own happiness because they’re a package deal, and who would sign up for that?
But maybe that’s not exactly true.
"Following me now?"
I shrug. "Keeps things interesting."
"As if you’re boring."
"Careful with the compliments or I’ll be under the table having you for breakfast."
Jake and Harper were together for a few months in high school, and they were happy. Until he broke her heart and walked away. He got Sydney out of it, and he has no regrets because she’s his little girl and his whole world. Harper moved on, went to college, and tried to forget about him—especially because he’s an ass to her every time he sees her.
But you know what they say about that thin line that separates love and hate.
"You represent everything I won’t let myself have, but that doesn’t stop the want. I want and yearn and crave. Desperately."
When she starts working at his favorite bar, the walls separating them start to shake. It’s not just the tension, but the banter that was top-notch. She doesn’t let him get away with anything, and I lived for it.
When they’re forced to coexist because Harper is Sydney’s dance teacher, the shake becomes an earthquake. And when Sydney starts pushing them together—not so subtly, let me tell you—and they have dinner at his house? Let’s just say the walls come tumbling down and that was… Impressive.
"How did I ruin you?"
"There’s no replacing you, Pitchy. Nobody else comes close."
"But we only dated for a few months,"
"Didn’t have to be mine for long to leave a permanent mark."
Shutting everyone out was Jake’s way of dealing with the loss of what they had. And possessive, grumpy, growly Jake thought he could just have a taste of Harper, but that won’t cut it. The connection between them is like this fire that can’t be stopped and it only gets worse the more time they spend together. They try, but there’s no way to put it out. And the garage scene?
Ah, there are perks to dating a mechanic.
"If nobody could get to me, they couldn’t see the broken man I’ve become. But you’ve never shamed me, Harper. Even when I deserved it."
There are bumps along the way. Jake is afraid because of Sydney, because she can get hurt in the meantime if they don’t work out. Or maybe because they can prove too much for Harper. Harper is afraid because he’s hurt her before and she’s not ready to go through it again.
The thing is that he didn’t mean to then, and he sure as hell doesn’t mean to now. And they need each other, more than they realize they do.
"I fucking miss you. When you’re gone for a minute or a day—or shit, even a week. It wrecks me, but I never want it to stop. Wanna know why?"
"Tell me."
"It means I love you."
I won’t say there weren’t some dark times to this story, but Sydney sheds some light on those. That girl knows this thing between her dad and her teacher is special, and she’s right. At the same time, it all felt so real—their relationship, the good times, the bad times, the need to be loved and to love in return, the fear of losing… All of it comes together to make a wonderful book that is definitely my favorite by Harloe so far.
"I’ve loved you since I had the temporary privilege of calling you mine."
When someone loves you, they’ll love everything about you. Your temper tantrums, your growls, your little girl, the way you make them swoon sometimes. They’ll also love your sunshine, the way you give without asking for anything in return, the way you love.
If they had stuck together, theirs would be a run-of-the-mill love story. As they didn’t, and as they seemed wrong, but were so right, this was special. Really, really special.