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Being able to take care of yourself and wanting someone to want to take care of you were two very different things.
“But you are my Joanna, aren’t you?” he said, his voice gravely with desire, searching my face for some answer. My Joanna.
I swear to god that man could incinerate every set of panties within a hundred-mile radius with that smile.
“Yes,” I whispered. It was both a response and an invitation, and we both knew it.
Damn. I was pretty sure he’d ruined me forever. How could you top spontaneous, rough-in-the-best-way, toe-curling sex like that?
When I moved toward my shoes, he added, “Grab all of it. You and Bud aren’t staying in this shithole anymore.” I raised an eyebrow at that. “Listen,” he added, “there are other empty cottages on the farm if you don’t feel comfortable staying with me. But tonight, we’re going home.” We’re going home.
there were no strangers in Chikalu Falls, only friends you hadn’t met yet.
“Who the fuck did this to you?”
“And what happened with that sweet girl, Jo?” Sitting in her kitchen made me feel sixteen again. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” “Well, I didn’t ask if you wanted to talk about it, did I?”
Love his mom.
Apparently, being a successful adult male didn’t make you need your mom any less.
I won’t ask for you to wait for me, but I need you to know that I will carry you with me for the rest of my life. I won’t see another wildflower or hear another sad country song and not think of dancing with you in the kitchen. Behind this letter you’ll see a deed to the Big House and all of the property around it. Before you freak out, you need to know this—Chikalu is your home. Please don’t go. This town needs you. Joanna, my heart beats to the rhythm of yours and the best thing to ever happen to me was finding you. All my love, Lincoln
The old man’s hand clamped down on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “If she didn’t love you back, she wouldn’t still be reading,” he reassured. Jesus, I hoped he was right.
