More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I’ll just spend the rest of my life living vicariously through the Turkish dramas
YEAH JOIN THE CLUB WOOOOO
Can Yaman, you have my heart.
He's my fav he's so pretty
OMG PLEASE LET THERE BE A BOOK ABOUT THEM
After a handful of seconds of hold music and one incident where I tried to hang up but both Chantelle and Heather stopped me, there’s a clicking noise on the other end, and then a gruff voice says, “This is Aidan St. Claire.”
His voice sounds attractive and I can't even hear him
He looks . . . well, he looks sort of pathetic, honestly.
LOLLL
I’ll take emotional unavailability for five hundred, Alex.
All the things she is saying about emotional unavailability are all things I do. I'm kinda worried
Both corners of his lips pull upward, and there is most definitely a dimple on that right cheek.
Twinenem
“Girls have vaginas,” he says in reply. My smile falls. “That’s . . . right,” I say, giving my sister a what-the-hell look,
HUH
“Bye, lady with a vagina,” Jonathan yells at me as they go,
T.T
“Hey, that’s aunt with a vagina to you, mister,” I yell back. It stops a few people in their tracks.
LMAOOO
I really hate that he’s pretty.
I <3 pretty men
If only I could figure out a way to earn the money we need so that I can throw it into Olivia’s face and give my mom something to be proud of.
If only this was some kind of predictable romance... Oh wait!
giving him my best smirk.
Ew
“This whole thing isn’t going to be like dating.” I pointed a finger at myself and then at Aidan. “And I will absolutely not fall for you.”
I feel embarrassed for her
Once, at the previous spa I worked at before moving to Aspen Lake, I asked the owner of the place—a very stoic and quiet man—if he was having a good morning, but instead of morning, I said horny. As in: Are you having a good horny? There’s not been a day that goes by that I don’t think about that.
My worst nightmare
That would make him think I’m only doing this for the money. Which I am.
The clothes fit him like they were tailor-made. He also had on a matching baseball hat . . . and it was on backward.
(Thanks a lot, Grandma P.)
Thanks a lot Rachel
the bubbles tickling my tongue.
Tf
I can be the best aunt ever to my niece and nephews.
The best aunt with a vajayjay
but no stranger than sisters marrying brothers,
This sounds so strange out of context
All I want to do right now is go home and curl up with Can Yaman and my Turkish dramas.
Maybe I’ll get back in her good graces by managing to bring in something big,” I say. This is my actual hope. He tilts his head to the side, giving me a curious look. “What makes you think you’re not?” “Well, it all started when I was born . . .”
There’s something about a man holding a baby that’s so attractive.
“Tell Dr. Shackwell what’s going on.”
Ew why is he talking about himself in third person
Throw pillows, blankets, artwork, and other decor are thoughtfully placed around the room, matching the colors of the modern painting I’d first noticed.
Does he have OCD
I cock my head to the side. “Aidan St. Claire, did you decorate your place just to prove me wrong?”
LOL. Imagine having the money to be able to do that though
“Thank you,” he says, laying a hand on my knee and giving it a squeeze.
Awooga
“My . . . girlfriend over there thought I should try something new.” The marquee board in my brain lights up. He said girlfriend! But I mentally turn it off and remind myself it’s not true and that Aidan was just following my lead.
IT IS REAL TO ME!!!
I’d wrapped an arm around his then as he pushed the red cart. “And aren’t you grateful every day that I did?” He’d harrumphed. “Jury’s still out.” I’d looked over to see a hint of a smile on his lips.
They're basically dating
“Mommy, I need you to wipe my gluteus maximus!” I hear Jonathan’s young, squeaky voice scream in the background. “Gluteus maximus? Really, Olivia?” She’s gone too far with that one.
Wth is wrong with this Olivia? Let him call it a butt ffs
say in a British accent, which I’d always thought I was good at doing but am now doubting because of Aidan.
You're American, the accent won't be remotely similar
Like, maybe I’d spent this whole week annoyed with him and he’d been lying in a coma. Or maybe he’d driven off a cliff and survived but no one knew and he had to hike his way out of the mountains, fighting off wolves and bears and eating leaves to survive.
Now this is my kind of thinking
but the slightly sweet scent of hay
Since when did hay smell sweet
crack-fed Energizer Bunny.
so he can’t see me.
John Cenaaa bu bu bu buuuu bu bu bu buuuu
Although maybe I would have met the silver fox of my dreams if we’d stayed. Guess I’ll never know.
“This is where I grew up,” he says. “My grandparents’ house. My mom lives here now.”
Is he taking her to meet his mother???? .o.
“No, come in,” he says. “I want you to meet her.”
·o·
I reach out and take her hand. It feels warm, and she gives mine a little squeeze as we shake. “Jenna,” she says. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
Oh really now?
“Do you know, a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue, he called me and asked me to come over and brighten his place up? I was so excited. All that gray he had going on was so boring.”
HAHAHA
The sisters were once on the news, holding up protest signs that said Honk if you hate porn in an attempt to save the children from the evils of HBO after Josie wrote her Reece the Rogue Pirate story.
LOLL
“As in, like, ‘my friend Aidan’?” I shake my head. “Nope, just Aidan.” I look over to see he’s got a confused look on his face. “Why?” “Because it’s better if you just let them make assumptions.” “Why’s that?” I let out a breath. “It won’t matter what we tell them; if I bring you here with me, they’ll think there’s something happening between us. Especially my mom and my aunt. So, we’re not going to give them any labels.” “So, am I supposed to pretend to be your date?” This makes me stop walking, and Aidan stops too. I think about what he’s just asked and then shake my head, remembering that
...more
He’s kept a hand on me pretty much the entire night so far, either holding mine, or resting his on my lower back, and sometimes if we’re sitting, on my knee.
He studies my face as he reaches up and tenderly pushes some strands of my hair back. “Aidan,” I say, my voice coming out as a whisper. “No one’s around. We don’t have to pretend anymore.” I give him a little smile, my heart practically beating out of my chest. “Who’s pretending?”
“Well, that was mean,” I say, the tears pooling again.
Omg you're 30 deal with it
“How . . . how would you peg me?”
Wdym by that
I look over at Josie, who’s holding hands with Reece, and his little daughter, Andi, next to them. They look like a perfect little family standing there.
I never thought I’d want to go, but when I brought it up to Aidan, he said it was a great excuse to see me in a bikini.
