Not Quite Enough (Not Quite, #3)

by Catherine Bybee

“Sometimes leaving your personal life behind for a heavy dose of reality reminds us of the important things.”

Silence came in two categories, quiet and painful, or quiet and comfortable.

Hormones were awful things, crazy little buggers that nudged into your good sense and often made a fool out of you.

She hated crying. So damn useless. Solved nothing and only offered a headache as a reward.

There came a point where life merged with death in a tug-of-war and the body in between could do nothing but grab a bowl of popcorn and watch.

Sometimes being an adult sucked.

“I was doing what I love to do with many other people who feel the same way. It didn’t suck.”

Regardless of how women might operate, men simply did it differently. Women might go behind, around, over, and under others, but men went straight to the source.

“You can’t sleep naked. That would be like dangling a carrot before the horse.” He lifted a brow. “A carrot?” “OK a sausage before a bowl of spaghetti.”