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A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money. Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine, something Brussels sprouts never do. P.J. O’Rourke
Apparently all the people who grew pristine organic food were beautiful themselves.
Knife work was soothing to me. Some people knitted. Some did yoga. I liked to cut things.
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.
I opened for him immediately, because there was no point in being coy when you’ve already invited the man to feast at the table of you.
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
the million-dollar views were great here. It was just too damn bad we didn’t have the million dollars.
That’s when loneliness set in. Hard. This always happened to me, too. It was why I didn’t have many one-night stands. It wasn’t that sex embarrassed me. I wasn’t ashamed. It’s just that if something was good, I wanted more of it.
Here was Griff, a giant. A tough guy who worked all day for his family’s dream. And he just wanted a chat with his dad.
I was as good at resisting Griff Shipley as Homer Simpson was at resisting a donut.
“Wanting you makes it hard to ignore that I’ve been lonely. That maybe I need more than fourteen hours a day of hard labor and a bed in the bunkhouse. I need you in my bed. In my kitchen…” I snorted. My mother would stage a feminist intervention if she could hear that.
A tipped-over hay truck wasn’t even half as messy as my feelings for Griff Shipley.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s own relatives. Oscar Wilde
“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.”
