The Clause in Christmas (Poppy Creek, #1)

by Rachael Bloome

The cuckoo clock went off, startling Dad as it always did. And he said, ‘Son, I love your mother. You know how I know?’ Before I could respond, he said, ‘Every time that clock scares the bejesus out of me, I think, I’d put up with a thousand squawking cuckoo birds if it meant being married to your mom.’”

“Marriage might be a bed of roses, but sometimes those roses have thorns. And when times get tough, you want someone by your side who will fight with you and for you. When you have that, differences seem a whole lot smaller.”

“Neither of us can go back in time,” she said softly. “But we can go forward.”

The deep, glittering purple color reminded him of sunlight shimmering through a glass bottle of grape soda.