The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes, #2)

by Brittany Cavallaro

“Be diplomatic,” Holmes had said, then paused. “By that I mean, plan out what you want to say, and then don’t say it.”

Watsons, I thought, generations of masochists,

#29: If Holmes is upset, hide all firearms and install a new lock on your door.

Fathers were exacting and distant and cruel.

But giving her your heart is like handing a glass figurine to a child. She’ll flip it over, peer through it like a lens. Shake it to see if it makes a sound. In the end, it will slip her hands and shatter. In the end, it’s your fault. You were the one who gave it to her.