Wildfire (Maple Hills, #2)

by Hannah Grace

For all the romance books I’ve read and all the happy endings I’ve enjoyed, I can’t imagine my own. I’d like to hope I’ll have one, but hope can be dangerous.

“That’s it, good girl.”

Who cares about basketball when hockey players exist?

I NOW UNDERSTAND WHY THERE are so many songs about being kissed in the rain.

“I’d wait forever for you, Aurora.”

When something happens it feels so huge to you, but that’s because it’s happening to you, but in reality, most people don’t know or care.

I felt like I was grieving the loss of my husband, but he hadn’t died. He just wasn’t the man I knew.

“Dad is a word. It doesn’t mean anything unless there is action and intention behind it. He’s really just an asshole who you happen to share DNA with. That’s it. We don’t need him. You don’t do fine without him, you do better.”

“To happy endings and unlimited pets,” the room echoes.