Honeymoon Phase (Mountain Men Matchmaker, #3)

by Amy Daws

The man and his buddy sobered right up and asked who would pay for the damages and she said, “Probably our company insurance, but we won’t pay nearly as much as your offspring who have to walk around this earth with a perverted misogynistic asshole’s DNA in their veins. Can I get you anything else today?”

Cemeteries are perfect for someone who doesn’t want to be found. It’s this quiet suspension of reality where I can just exist in something bigger than me. I like feeling inconsequential, and nothing makes me more aware of that feeling than being surrounded by the dead.

I’m no match for a woman who hates me. It’s like catnip. I go crazy trying to win them over.

and it’s strange to me to be suddenly considering a relationship with Luke and doubting everything I thought I knew about myself. I guess that’s what caring about someone does to you though. It gives you permission to dream

“Your loss is so much more recent than mine,” I say, glancing up at Luke. “How are you all so okay and I’m still such a mess?” “We can’t compare grief,” he says firmly, tilting his head to look at me. “It’s a sliding scale that everyone deals with differently. My mom has her good days and her bad days. As do I. We’re all just doing the best we can.”

Love isn’t always easy, but life can be even harder. It’s about saying yes to the man you married. Yes, to the hard things when it would be easier to walk away. Yes, to forgiving him when he screws up, because he will.” I laugh. “And it’s a yes that you say every day to loving him with everything you have.”