Just Like Home (Harbor Pointe, #4)

by Courtney Walsh

It was the kind of friendship that couldn’t be replaced, no matter how many years passed.

Men shouldn’t cry, especially not in front of each other, unless there was an athletic victory involved.

what would it feel like to be loved and cherished simply for who you were and not how you performed?

Charlotte would’ve chosen the view every time.

“I guess maybe I want someone to love the parts of me that no one’s cheering for.”

He still couldn’t get over the fact that she’d given him flowers.

Cole wasn’t a dancer, not the kind she was used to, but he was an excellent partner

“Charlotte, has anyone ever kissed you?”

Kissing Charlotte could quite possibly rival football as his favorite pastime.

“This was a better first date than I could’ve imagined.”