Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)

by Sarah Adams

because shock is always preferable to pity.

Emily orchestrates and micromanages every facet of her life to perfection, but she can’t control her bangs against humidity.

My body isn’t that interesting anyway. It certainly hasn’t been enough to make anyone fall in love with me yet.

I usually go for saying the wrong thing and watching the room explode.

“Do you know these outfits torture me? Every single one of them.”

It’s a weird thing to let yourself grieve your parent who is still living,

“You think you’re unlovable, but I think I’ve never known how to love until knowing you.”

I think letting go might not be so bad.

“And to think you consider yourself hard to love.” I kiss her temple. “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

I love when my sharp, rude humor tickles his fancy in the same way it does mine.