Fragile Sanctuary (Sparrow Falls, #1)

by Catherine Cowles

But an asshole was better than the alternative. Better than caring. About anything or anyone. Caring was a recipe for nothing but agony.

Happiness was the greatest torture of all because it could all be taken away—and it was so much worse

than if you’d never experienced it at all.

Only the last section of each book remained dusted with black flecks from the

fire. Because as frequently as I revisited each one, I couldn’t seem to force myself to make it to the end. Of any of them. Something about the endings was too painful, too final, even if they were happy.

“Need something, Reckless?”

Perfection was a figment of the imagination. If he really wanted marriage and a family, he’d have to settle for someone human like the rest of us.

“Can I have a dick flower, too?”

“Their personality doesn’t matter if their mouth is busy doing other things,”

The problem with living in a small town was that everyone knew your past. Knew your business. Even if the concern came from a good place, it sometimes felt stifling.

Maybe that frostiness was his armor—a way to keep people at arm’s length.

“I might be silly, but silly’s a heck of a lot better than being an asshole.”

“Give him some slack, Reckless,” he echoed.

“You’ve been nothing but a grumpy asshole since I met you. But with him…” “Don’t do people. Love dogs.” And with that, he stalked back to the main site and his crew.

“Some people are just blind to the beauty beneath the damage.”