A Deal with the Devil (The Grumpy Devils, #1)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

I dry my face on the hem of my shirt like the classy little lady I am.

“everyone in your life seems to take something from you, and that’s not what friends do. I guess I’d rather be your friend.”

“I wish my husband would look at me the way he looks at you,” Linda whispers. “Like he could be completely content if he never had to look at anything else.”

Lovely wall. You’re my favorite thing in the world right now.

“And now you’re complaining again, while urinating, like the refined little lady you are, so I’ll change the temperature once more.”

When you’re in the beige dress, there’s nothing wrong in the entire world.”

“I saw her reading while she was walking in, even though it was raining. And I thought she was the loveliest thing I’d ever seen in my life, so I followed her.”

The point was never whether or not I could trust again, because love isn’t an exchange. It’s not something you hand out only if it can be returned in equal measure. Love is handing your fragile heart to someone else because you want him to have it, no matter what he’ll do in response. You do it because you love him more than you love yourself.