The Temporary Roomie (It Happened in Nashville, #2)

by Sarah Adams

I want to love someone like Cooper loves Lucy, and I want someone to love me like Lucy loves Cooper.

If a partner doesn’t make you want to blow steam out your nostrils, you better start kicking up a storm of something, or your passion is gonna shrivel up faster than a pickle on a sidewalk in summer.”

Jessie is starting to make sense to me, and she’s only becoming more beautiful as she comes into focus.

She smiles too, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s light filtering into a desolate, damp cave. It’s the first taste of watermelon in summer. It’s a monarch butterfly landing on your finger.

All I can do is frown at the front door and spend the rest of the day obsessing over this silent interaction. I’ll replay it a hundred and two times in my head, trying to decipher if it meant something, but the truth is, it was probably nothing. Maybe I’ll wake up later and realize it was an odd dream. Either way, I know I won’t be able to look at Jessie the same after this.

That woman makes me completely crazy—but lately it’s turned into the good kind.

have a feeling he’s going to make you feel nothing but beautiful when he gets there.”

“This morning, I decided I’m done avoiding my feelings for you. And whether you like it or not, you have feelings for me too. I know it. So let me know when you’re done fighting it. I’ll be here waiting.”

“None of that sounds like a lesson you’ve learned.” “Exactly. You don’t teach me lessons—you help me rest.”

He’s not going anywhere, and if there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Drew Marshall would move heaven and earth for me and my daughter, and I would do the same for him.