Winter in Paradise (Paradise #1)

by Elin Hilderbrand

You have a wife who fishes like this and you cheated on her?

There’s no mention of how twisted it is that Russ kept Irene’s favorite wine—a case of it—in a house that she knew nothing about.

“It’s like Russ had this giant secret, which, in turn, is causing the three of us to keep our own smaller secrets.”

He’s learning what it’s like to be the son of a philanderer.

“It wasn’t until Baker left that I realized how much he does—the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, the laundry.

Ugh shes just as bad

All women like me better, Cash,

God hes a shit

Their father was demonstrative, verging on sappy. He exuded so much I love you, please love me back that Baker at least, and probably Irene and Cash as well, saw it as a weakness. Had it all been an act, then? Baker wonders. Or had the three of them done such a pitiful job of returning Russ’s love that he’d sought affection elsewhere?

I can’t imagine how soul-shredding it must have been for Russ to… to go back and forth. Rosie here, me in Iowa City.”