More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Her father was incredibly easy to fall in love with, and absolutely impossible to love.
Franklin knew better than anyone that the way to keep things valuable was to keep them secret. Everyone loved the promise of a secret, after all.
He wasn’t solving the problem. He was the problem. Surely the only thing more mortifying than being wet and cold and naked in one’s childhood bedroom in front of a man who was responsible for both your most recent orgasm and your most recent existential crisis, was accepting that man’s help to mitigate the mortification.
It was a bad idea. But history was littered with women making bad decisions about men.
