A Good Book (Sunday Morning, #3)

by Jewel E. Ann

“Gabbs, you swear me to secrecy about everything. You start every sentence with ‘this stays between us.’ I’m afraid to speak my own name, let alone anything about your family.”

Loving Gabriella Jacobson was easy. Being her best friend? Pure torture.

Gabby wrote her first poem for me, and I wrote my first cello piece for her.

“I only get one heart. I’m going to protect it for as long as I can.”

Scratching itches didn’t sound like a reliable road to matrimony. I didn’t want to be anyone’s back scratcher or calamine lotion.

“There’s nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.”

“For every dream you’ve had about Matt Cory, I’ve had a million more about you.

You are my song. I know every word and every beat. You keep me awake at night and pop into my head first thing in the morning. You inspire and consume me.

“Nobody loves you more than I do. Our friendship has just been various phases of me loving you, from near, from afar, from everywhere. I’ve spent more of my life loving you than doing anything else. I loved you before I knew the feelings I

had for you were love. But they were. They are. And they always will be.”

“Because I want to be with you. Even if it means I have to watch you pine for another man, I’ll take it. I just want to be with you, and I’ll take absolutely anything you’ll give me.”

“And here’s what is real. I’ve loved you for years. Something really shitty happened to me, and I’ve had a hard time accepting it. But you’re pregnant with our baby, and all I want to do is get my life together and be a good father and husband. What’s real is I don’t care how we got here or how bad the timing may seem. I’m not mad about it. You are my fucking dream, Gabriella Grace

Jacobson. And I’m not letting you go. That’s what’s real. That is everything. So you just think about that while I’m gone.”

“I love you. I think it’s what I do best.”