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Better a warrior in the garden than a gardener at war. Japanese proverb
“There’s my favorite son,” Phoebe said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. “That’s what she calls us when she can’t remember our names,” Carter explained to Summer.
“Are you calling dibs?” “She’s a woman, not the last piece of fucking pie. And yes, I’m calling dibs if it keeps your hands off her.”
Jackson went to the fridge and pulled out a container of roast beef. “Jackson Scott! That’s my lunch for today,” Phoebe yelled. “I’m eating my feelings, Mom!”
Beckett was the picture of loyalty and stability. Family was his center, and that family extended to the residents of Blue Moon Bend.
Your eyes matched the flowers, and I knew then that you belonged here.”
“No one gets that guarantee,” Nikolai said it quietly. “Not even people who don’t have cancer. People die every day. People lose loved ones every damn day. And you think by not being someone’s other half, you can protect them from that? Bullshit.”
“And you think I’d rather choose a life with someone who can get pregnant with children I don’t even know if I want instead of you, the stubborn, illogical woman I love more than anything?”
“It’s because when you’re open and honest about who you are and what’s important to you, things fall into place.”
