Preservation (The Walshes, #7)

by Kate Canterbary

I wanted the idea of her, and you have to know that the reality of you is far better than any idea I've ever had."

"I'm not good at too many things," he said. "Don't say that—" He waved me off. "Let me finish. It's true. I can't speak eloquently and I knock shit over all the fucking time. I have a narrow subset of skills that mostly involves reciting song lyrics, knowing which sandwiches are best with chips in the middle, redesigning old homes, and giving people nicknames." He took a step closer, right into my space, and the absence of that distance crushed the last of my resolve. "I'm not good at many things. But I'll always be good to you."

Broke my heart wide open and I cried like an idiot reading this - I adore Riley and seeing his get his shambles together with Aly is THE BEST

"Someone pulled on her sassy pants," I said as I opened the door. "Someone isn't wearing any pants," she yelled.

"We're going to opening day at Fenway Park and you're decked out in Boston gear. And you're beautiful and amazing and you let me do very rude things to you. This, right here—you—you're better than any fantasy."

"On a scale of elementary school cafeteria hamburgers to In-N-Out Double-Doubles, I'd have to say I love you bacon cheeseburgers from Harry's in Providence."

She was going to be the one beside me for decades to come, the one who opened up my wild and gave it space to roam free, the mother of my children. She was the love of my life, and she was the only one.