Third Chances (Men of Manhattan, #2)

by Ivy Smoak

"What does love mean to you?" I wasn't sure why I asked her that question. It just kind of popped out. She seemed surprised by my question. She looked down at her hands for a second and then back up at me. "It's about patience and taking the time to truly know someone. And when the right person comes along, it will be totally worth the wait."

"She called you infuriating." "And that's a good thing?" He laughed. "It's the best thing."

"If I've learned one thing in my life it's that you need to stop living in the past. It'll eat you up until nothing is left."

"Why aren't you zip lining right now?" "Because I was scared." "Scared of what?" "Dying before I knew what living really was."

"Are you trying to make me break my word?" "I want you to break it. I want you to show me what it's like to truly live."

"Everything has just felt so...dark since he died, you know? Sometimes it still feels like I can just pick up the phone and call him. And every time that happens, it feels like he just died again.

"All I know is that I can't stop thinking about you. When I close my eyes I see the green of yours. My fingers itch to feel the curve of your hips. All I want is to taste you again. And I love the way your face flushes when I talk to you. I don't really know what love is. I was kind of hoping we could figure out the whole love thing together."

I used to always read at the same time so that I could see you run." Rob laughed. "I know, that's incredibly lame, I just..." "No." He touched the side of my face. "I used to run at the same time every day so that I could see you reading."