Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

It’s so much easier to read about relationships than to foster them.

I’m tired of everyone so neatly placing me in a box and tying a silk ribbon around it and then telling me to sit and stay.

There is wifi, but you have to have the damn password for it. And no one in any of these establishments will let me have it. Apparently, you have to be one of them to gain access, and they don’t trust me ever since I jogged with my shirt off.

“If I waited until I felt confident to live my life and do the things I want to do, I’d never live.”

Without looking at me, he adds, “Tell you what, Annie. We’ll get you your committed relationship and your white picket fence, and if for some reason it doesn’t feel right and you want that adventure after all—” He looks at me. “Call me and I’ll come hold your hand on the flight.”

I can’t get enough of hearing her talk, and I want to read every book she has stashed away, and I want more than anything to take her on an adventure she’ll never forget.

“Your jaw just flexed.” “It does that naturally because it’s so square.”

Last time this happened it was over tacos. I made the terrible mistake of telling her I didn’t like them—which happens to be her favorite food—and she proceeded to stop at every acclaimed taco place during a U.S. tour and made me try one from each restaurant until I found one I liked. Unfortunately, I do like tacos now, but it’s annoying.

What’s your weakest point?” “Is everything too broad?” “A bit, yeah.”

I joined the military when I went to the grocery store for milk and the recruiting tent was parked out front, for God’s sake.

You’ve been living in this town doing family events your whole life, Annie. You don’t need a husband for that. What you haven’t done yet is see the world. Experience new things. Live by your own desires. And if you settle for someone who’s going to keep you from doing that, I’m going to be very upset.”