Running Mate (Under Kansas Skies, #1)

by Leah Brunner

I am a sucker for a man who appreciates a wonderful library.

Something my Dad taught me years ago is that sometimes in life, there are no words to say and no fixing to be done. In those moments, it’s okay to just be there for someone in silence. So that’s what I do. I simply hold her until she calms down.

I’m expecting you to be the Elizabeth Bennett to my Fitzwilliam Darcy.” I lean in close to her and whisper seriously, “So if you’re not very accomplished at the pianoforte, you had better start practicing.”

Why is he so suave? Does good breeding guarantee good looks and parallel parking skills from the moment that you’re born?

Odette is doing yoga. In tiny yoga shorts and a tank top. Jesus, take the wheel. I can’t do this. I turn and silently bang my head against the wall.

Kate: Good morning. ;) How was last night? Me: Hot and steamy… thanks to the best shower of my life. The hot water in this apartment is outstanding.

“Hey, my problems don’t make yours any less difficult.”

Behind every splendid marriage is an exhausting amount of communication.

Part of me wanted to punch him when I saw his hands on my wife’s waist and his head leaning in to whisper in her ear. A larger part of me just felt stupid that I wasn’t the one holding her in the first place.

few weeks, I felt cherished.

“I know it’s not Pemberley, but I think it’s the perfect spot for us to honeymoon.”

“Odette, you’ve made all my dreams come true… even the ones I didn’t know I had.”