Beard Science (Winston Brothers, #3)

by Penny Reid

I didn’t know what to do, and I had no one to talk to about it.

if you don't want someone to get your goat, don't let them know where it's tied.”

The sad little flutter became a painful, deflating flop. But I plastered a grin on my face, because I was good at this. I was good at people being disinterested in my presence.

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal. Take my heart for example. It hadn’t stopped hurling itself against my ribs—at odd times, day or night—for a week.

he can keep his bull, because the cow just died.

“I can’t break your heart without breaking mine, and I’m terribly fond of my heart.”

“You want to know what you are to me? Fine. You’re my beginning, middle, and end.”