More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
the decision to hire a husband wasn’t actually a bad one. It was the execution where I stumbled.
(my tendency to act first and think second was one of my personality flaws)
“You mean the blue sweater you said you didn’t borrow when I asked how it disappeared from my closet?”
When I steal my moms clothes
“Dark jeans, nude heels, and the black wrap top that you said makes my boobs look good.”
Mommy
was gonna need a loaf of bread the size of my face.
usually didn’t sit across from a beautiful woman and use the same facial expression as when I stared down a defensive end who was trying to knock my ass over.
But despite all that refinement, she had terrible handwriting.
“Be your fake husband. If you’ll be my fake wife.”
Well….if ur my fake HUSBAND…that would make me ur WIFE..obviously…?
father’s love for his daughter. What a powerful, unique thing.
?????
“I’ve always wanted to start a relationship off with threats.”
Then he tugged my hand up toward his mouth, brushing a featherlight kiss along my knuckles.
“You just have the creativity of a potato, Cameron.”
“Not for you. I think Greer is going to eat you up and spit you out, and then I’m going to have to deal with your mopey ass.
“I’m a Southern boy at heart.
“Ignore her, Beckett. We all do.”
“So it’s your fault Greer likes to eat pie for breakfast,”
“Some people are too afraid to love that way, undaunted by whatever might come next, which might look like sweetness to some. But I just see a big, brave heart.”
“I’ve got seven adults walking around this earth, and they all have pieces of my heart. I can’t get them back, and I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.”
“You’re officially someone else’s problem now.”
Mom when I’m married
“Don’t put words into my mouth, Greer,”
What else should I put in ur mouth?
Was that a good fuck? Or a bad fuck?
Oh…that was a fuck…? I didn’t realize…
“Greer does this thing where she tells someone when she’s about to do something crazy because then it makes her feel like she’s been given permission, but really, she just wants someone to know so she can feel better about it.”
“I’m gonna go … hit something for a while.”
“There is no escaping how beautiful you are, Greer.”
She laughed, and I tucked the sound of it away, so I could think about it later.
“I’ll have to throw down if they try anything with my husband,”
“There you are,”
Rhysand
“Touch her and I’ll break every fucking bone in your hand,”
And then he laid his forehead against my trembling stomach.
My fingers threaded through his hair, soft and smooth and cool. I held him to me while we both breathed heavily. Me from spent relief.
Erik paused. “Can’t I do one scary big brother talk? I’m never around to intimidate anyone anymore,” he asked his wife.
“I’m here to get my wife.”
pressed an impossibly light kiss to the inside of her wrist.
“If I say yes, are you going to kiss me?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then you should know that my entire family is probably watc...
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
“We have days and weeks and months, and every time I wake up with my hands on you, this is what’s going to happen. I’ll wake you up like this every fucking day because you’re mine, Greer.” It was enough.
Because now, he was mine to do with whatever I pleased.
“Don’t drink coffee,”
“You don’t drink coffee?”
“But…”
“I had this gorgeous woman living in my house, and I wanted to do something nice for her. That’s all.”
“I like having a husband,” I said quietly.
“Clarence, you twisted little shit, bring that back,” Greer yelled.
Clarence—who was, in fact, the naughtiest cat that had ever existed—raced through the kitchen with one of Greer’s bras in his mouth. When he took a corner too fast, his paws got tangled in the straps and he pitched forward
in an ungainly somersault, slamming into the back of the arm chair.
