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Some women get nervous around guys. I get nervous around prospective friends.
She hasn’t totally given up on me. My grinchy heart grows a half-size, because that’s about what I can manage.
I stand in the shower, trying to pull my thoughts back together while I wash my hair. The washing is going pretty well. The pulling together, not so much.
“The river’s high today,” he says. “There’s more runoff than I was counting on, so these are probably closer to III-plus. But if you listen to what I say and do exactly what I tell you, we’ll be fine.” “And if we don’t?” one of the women on the trip asks. “You’ll still be okay, but you might be a helluva lot wetter,” Easton says,
I was always going to fall for Lucy, no matter what happened. I could make all the rules I wanted, tell myself all the lies I needed to, and in the end, it was going to come down to this. I’m the guy who falls in love with women who leave.
When you let someone in, they might use what they know against you. Or they might let you into their life. And, if you’re lucky, use what they know about you to have your back.
“The only thing in the world Lucy’s scared of is that people won’t love her. And she doesn’t need to be scared of that anymore. Because there are so many people here who love her. If she comes here, we will love her every day, in every way. And if she stays there, I love her, and I’m never going to stop, unless she tells me it’s hopeless. And possibly even not then, because I don’t seem to have any control where she’s concerned. And I will make sure she’s surrounded by other people who love her. So that’s what I’m going to New York to say.”
