The Last Second Chance (Blue Moon, #3)

by Lucy Score

We must be our own before we can be another’s. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

flawed. But his father had been a man above men. Quiet and calm, he dealt with the chaos of three boys with the patience of a saint. Finding words to be too complex to use to change minds and attitudes, he preferred to lead by example. And by example, he’d shown his sons how to live. Treading lightly on the earth, moving easily with the natural rhythms of the world. Honoring where you came from while always sharing what you were lucky enough to have.

“Or maybe it’s because I can’t stand to be so close to you and not touch you. Maybe when I’m touching you, everything feels better for just a second until the next breath when I need more.”

Because I realized I didn’t have to change everyone else in my life to make me happy. I just had to remember who I was.”

Something he created had resonated so deeply with a stranger that she’d changed her life because of it. That’s what it was all about, wasn’t it? Mattering. Connecting. Resonating.

“If we waited to go for something until

we feel worthy, no one would ever do anything.” “But if I can make a go of this place—” “If you can, you can. If you can’t, you’ll do something else. That’s what life is all about. Living. Trying. Loving.”

She dropped a kiss on his head. “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel less than, and that includes yourself,”