More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“You’ll see, Lydia,” my boss says. “You’re going to be this poor man’s godsend. And if I were a betting woman, I’d say he’s going to be yours, too.”
“No. I’m insanely attracted to you in a way I’ve never experienced before and I’m positive I won’t be able to wait that long to hit on you. So I’m not going to lie to you about it now. I’m coming for you.”
You’re still gonna be Mr. Dreamy McDreamy-pants to women.
There are five hearts on the line here: yours, Lydia’s, and those three kids’. If anyone’s heart is going to get broken, then be the Morgan man we’ve raised you to be and make sure the only heart that gets broken is yours.”
“Oh, it scares me shitless,” Colby says, making me chuckle. “But how about you let me decide what fears I can and can’t overcome? Despite my current physical condition, I assure you I’m still me—and I’m not a guy who runs away from what scares me. I run toward it.”
Because love doesn’t come tied up in a nice little box with a ribbon around it. Love is messy and scary and full of risk. Love is risk. It’s walking on a tightrope between skyscrapers. It’s being shot out of a cannon and jumping out an airplane at thirty thousand feet and you trusting your parachute will open. And, sometimes, love is watching the one you love walk out the door and knowing he might never come home again because it’s who he is—but you’re willing to love him anyway.”
She’s the air I breathe. My port in the storm. She’s the beat of my heart.
