Hopeless (Chestnut Springs, #5)

by Elsie Silver

The new Beau sits at the bar with the shy neighbor girl, who wears a pair of acid-wash Levi’s better than anyone he’s ever seen.

I’m sick of people talking to me, but it strikes me that listening to Bailey talk might not be so bad.

One who starts pulling up a stool every Sunday through Tuesday to drink chamomile tea until midnight, so I don’t have to close by myself.

Beau: Willa doesn’t run my show. Cade: You must be new here. Willa runs everyone’s show.

I’m like a shrink’s wet fucking dream.

This is silly

Love is telling me I’m acting like an asshole when no one else will. Love is taking me shopping to find shoes that don’t rub my feet raw. It’s waking up every goddamn night for weeks to swim in the river with me, so I don’t have a nightmare.