The Enemy (It Happened in Charleston, #2)

by Sarah Adams

“You’re beautiful.” And that’s the moment my heart cracks wide open. I’ve never felt more vulnerable and safe at the same time.

I catch myself thinking something that I haven’t thought in a long time. So, this is what happy feels like?

I want yellow. Ruffled pillows. Nick Lachey’s face on everything. Family-filled picture frames. Nosey siblings and parents popping in when you don’t want them to.

“Son, just ‘cause you’re good at something doesn’t mean it’s what you were made to do.”

This place may skyrocket my career, but in the words of Marie Kondo, it will never spark joy. I’m done with it. All of it.

Some of us need to live through the healing rather than talk through it.”

“I’ll be a sophisticated, sexy lady, and my man will pick up Chinese takeout after work and bring it back to our fancy apartment, and he’ll be wearing a fancy suit from his fancy job, and we will drink fancy wine and watch my favorite movie.”

I was serious when I told you I want more than one date. I want us. I want a life. A family. A comfy couch.”