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Apparently all the people who grew pristine organic food were beautiful themselves.
“Griff, why don’t you say grace?” “All right.” Nothing like exchanging a few words with God while your ex-hookup watched from across the table.
Yeah, it was official. I was going to be single for the rest of my fucking life. The guy who’d kill a pig in front of a pretty girl is the guy who will die lonely.
Marry me, my brain offered up as I gawked at her bloodied hands and bright smile.
Hearing a noise in the hallway, I lifted my chin to listen. A moment later Griff appeared, still wearing his towel. With one quick yank he cast it aside. Then I watched in surprise as he lifted the quilt and nudged me. “Move over, baby.”
Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all. Harriet van Horne
“How are you, August?” my grandfather asked, clapping me on the back. He always called me by my true first name. “Good, Gramps. And do you remember Audrey? I like her a lot.” “You like her bra? You say stuff like that and you’ll get slapped.” Audrey snorted beside me. “I said… Never mind. Let’s have a hamburger.”
The three of us queued up at the grill, where Dylan was flipping burgers. “Who wants cheese?” he called cheerfully. “I do!” Audrey volunteered. “I like everything.” “I’ll have cheese,” I agreed. “Which I like, but not as much as I like Audrey.” “You’re laying it on pretty thick,” she muttered, laying out three paper plates and putting a bun on each of them.
“Everywhere,” he growled. “Want you in the cider house, tasting the blends with me. Want you sitting beside me in church, when I take Mom on Sundays. But after that I’ll need you in the shower. Up against the wall…”
“But if you get discouraged…if you need a day off from trying, I’ll be here where you can find me.”
“At the risk of freaking you out, because you don’t like it when I say these things…” He stole a glance at me and then returned his eyes to the road. “I love you, princess. You’re the sweet that balances out my natural tannins.”
