In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

“We could—if you wanted, we could pretend this is the first time we’re meeting.” “And you’re inviting me to your house on an isolated stretch of farmland? Okay, serial killer.”

I’ve always been a bit out of my mind where Evelyn is concerned.

WELCOME SPRING Right below it in a smaller font: SEASONS CHANGE AND SO DO WE

Every day is exactly the same, and there’s a comfort in that.

“It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it, just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one, and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.”

“You can’t make yourself be happy. But you can be open to it. You can trust yourself enough to feel it when you stumble on it.”

“I chose that bar because it was the least crowded place on the street.” Then I saw Evelyn and I didn’t want to go anywhere else. “Plus, everything gets quiet when I look at you.”

“It’s okay to want different things,” she says. “People change. You’re allowed to change. Doing less doesn’t make you less.”

Alcohol doesn’t make things up, it just pries them loose.

He’s wrong though. I have had my happy today. I’m practically drowning in it—in simple, quiet joy. The warm comfort of a perfect moment with a good man.

Maybe this is what happy is supposed to be. A person, a place. A single moment in time.

We cannot shepherd you into the great unknown without grease, fried cheese, and carbohydrates.”

“Sometimes the right thing for one person isn’t the nice thing for someone else.”