Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)

by L.J. Shen

Maybe I was allergic to children. I needed a Zyrtec if I was gonna babysit this kid on a weekly basis.

I never judged a book by its cover, but I always judged people by the gratuity they left. You can learn a lot about a person from the way they treat service providers.

I dutifully distracted her with snacks and Bluey—every parent’s emergency kit for the distressed child.

“Where there is no belief, there is no growth. Doesn’t matter who your god is. Could be justice, hope, or the Big Daddy in the sky. You have to believe in something, or you have nothing to live for.”

“Sorrow helps one grow,” she explained. “Those things you suffered through weren’t in vain. They gave you perspective. They gave you strength. The thing I’ve come to learn about having a partner you love is this.” Mom stroked my cheek compassionately. “It’s not always going to be easy, but it’s always going to be worth it.”