Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead (Finlay Donovan, #2)

by Elle Cosimano

“He’s too young for you. You should be dating someone closer to your own age. Someone stable who can provide for you and the children.”

I don’t like you

“He was good at making me feel like I needed him.” “That’s fucked up.” “Yeah, it is.”

Why did my heroine need a hero to save her? Why couldn’t she just be trusted to save herself?

Joey’s astute cop eyes skimmed over me the same way my sister’s often did, like a lint roller picking up the little things others never bothered to notice.

I’m pretty sure confetti exploded from my ovaries as he set her gently on her feet.

Call it dinner. Call it a date. Call it research for a book. Call it whatever the hell you want, Finn. Whatever it was between us, I miss it.”

“He’s like a toddler, Finlay. He’s done playing with his toy, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have it, and he’s going to throw a tantrum until he gets his way.”

I knew, maybe better than anyone, that some stories had a way of getting stuck inside our heads. Usually, because we were afraid of what those stories revealed about us—our fears and our inadequacies, our mistakes and our failures. Sometimes, those stories needed a little nudging to come out.

There comes a time in your life when it’s easier to take the good with the bad, Finlay. Anything else is too much work. No man is perfect. The best we can do is settle for a good one.

But just because you can survive alone doesn’t mean you should have to.”