Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

I have no choice in the matter, my heart wants Annie.

“I guess when I realized it felt scarier to live life without her than with her.”

How the hell did you get over that?” “Quite frankly, therapy.”

Grief—that mean son of a bitch—doesn’t have a timeline or rules. It hits when it wants. Even with me—sometimes I feel all healed up, and then randomly I’ll catch a scent that smells like my husband’s cologne, and I’ll lose it in an aisle at the market. It doesn’t make sense, grief.

I’ve never seen you grieve over your parents. Why?” My lips quiver and I aim my gaze down at my lap. “I didn’t think I was allowed to.” “But, honey,

why would you thi...

“Because I didn’t know them enough to grieve them.

maybe everything is happening in its own perfectly messy timing.

Noah and I have always shared a special bond. Maybe it’s because he’s several years older than me so we never fought, or maybe it’s because he and I are both quiet souls, but I always feel comfortable with him. And he’s never called me Angel Annie, so that’s a plus.

“Yes. I bought a house, and I quit my job, and I’m not going to D.C., because I couldn’t. I didn’t want to anymore.

Oh this is the silliest

“Because I knew once I did—it would be over for me. Some part of me has always known I would love you.”

“I can’t handle any more emotional declarations, or I will die of bliss.”