What Happens in Paradise (Paradise #2)

by Elin Hilderbrand

Learn everything you can about the business, LeeAnn said. Then save your money and buy it.

“I know it’s a gamble,” Kyle says. “But I’m sixty-four years old and life gave me another chance to be happy. Only an idiot would say no to that out of fear.”

“It’s cold in upstate New York,” Huck says. “It snows. A lot. And there’s no ocean.” “I love her,” Adam says, and he swallows. “I’m in love with her.”

She opens her arms and Irene allows herself to be hugged.

I’m afraid to write down exactly what happened with Russ but I’m afraid not to write it down because what if I forget and my weekend with him is washed away like a heart drawn in the sand?

I’ve decided that Bluebeard is an appropriate name for the yacht that delivered Russ to me and then took him away. He was a pirate. He stole my heart.

“Kimberly ended up being a disappointment to me. She was an alcoholic, a really, really mean drunk, and that destroyed our marriage. It destroyed just about all of her relationships, actually. But in this picture, we were happy, so I keep it as a reminder that my time with her wasn’t all bad.” He slipped the picture back into the wallet. “In even the bleakest situations, there’s usually some good to be salvaged.”

Journaling is like exercise; it’s hard to keep it up. You have to make yourself do it, and ultimately, I don’t see the point of Went to work, played Tooth Fairy, went to bed.

“What did I tell you before?” Ellen says. “You won’t hit the ball if you don’t swing.”

I’m glad I didn’t allow him to meet Maia. My heart is in danger, but at least hers is safe.

At least on St. John, I felt connected to a larger whole, seeing St. Thomas, Water Island, Little St. James, and St. Croix in the distance.

I told Maia she was going to meet a friend of mine but that it was a secret and she wasn’t to talk about this friend to anyone, including Huck. Then I hated myself.

When I kissed Maia as she lay sleeping, I thought, I am going to find a man who deserves to be your father.

While I do agree that Mick is weak and Brigid doesn’t deserve to have another female friend as long as she lives, this situation has also led me to some painful introspection. I am Brigid. I know Russ is married and still I am involved with him. Deeply involved.