My Phony Valentine (Holidays with Hart, #1)

by Courtney Walsh

Then, to his grandma, “Are you comfortable? I think you should sit in the living room.” He reaches out to help her and she smacks his hand away. “I think you should go sit in traffic.”

People don’t always let us become who we are. They try to keep us in the box of who we were.

I’m grateful for that touch. It’s a much-needed talisman.

“The only way I know for something like that to lose its power is to shine a light on it. To speak it out loud. To call it what it is, and to own it. That way, it can’t torture you anymore.”

“So you’re deciding for her.” She scowls. “Just like a man.”