Just Between Us (Nashville is Calling, #2)

by Madison Wright

“Look at those hips,” Sadie says. “That’s a Kardashian armadillo if I ever saw one.” “A Karmadillo, if you will,” I offer, and Sadie snorts.

It’s Ellie. It’s the first thing I think when I see her space. It’s a striped sweater in a sea of black dresses, a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, a streak of gold handwriting on a chalkboard wall. It’s so perfectly her it makes my chest hurt.

“Because, Ellie, sometimes what you want and what you need are two very different things.”

I’ve never had someone look at me like that, with such reverence and fascination, like he can’t believe he gets to be here with me.

Cam is stargazing and too-sweet tea. He is gentle touches and homemade soup. He is all the best things, and I don’t know how I got him.

You are an explosion of color in a dreary landscape. You’re a striped sweater in a crowd of black dresses. You, Ellie Bates, are the statement piece the whole house is designed around.”

“It’s like that quote from When Harry Met Sally. ‘When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start—’” “As soon as possible,” I finish for her.