“Why do you act like I’m the old Ambrose? You act like you want me to kiss you. Like nothing’s changed since high school.” “Some things haven’t changed,” Fern said quietly. “News flash, Fern Taylor!” Ambrose barked, slamming his hand against the dashboard, making Fern jump. “Everything has changed! You are beautiful, I am hideous, you don’t need me anymore, but I sure as hell need you!”
