Fall Too Well (Cozy Creek Collection)

by Erin Branscom

“Wouldn’t it be great if we could just order you a good guy off DoorDash?” Hayley interrupts my thoughts by changing the subject. “He could just be dropped off hot and ready like a meal.”

“Soulmates come in the form of friends, too. Sometimes it’s not about romance. It’s someone who makes you feel whole and who understands you the most when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand you at all.

“I’ve never had a type, Everly, ever. Just been chasin’ shadows who weren’t and could never be you. You’re my type. It’s only ever been you.”

I hold up my hand and stare him straight in the eye. “Richie, I am the fucking table. You just don’t get that because you’re not even a fucking chair. Get out!”

Richie never understood what you brought to the table until he saw you at another table.”

“My patience is basically like a gift card. Not sure how much is left on it, but we can try it.”