P 82 Quotes

“Hang on. If everything's in focus now, does that mean I'm your contact lenses?"
Liam rumbles a laugh, turning to face me, one hip to the counter. "You aren't the lenses. You're the baseball." "Something to hurl away from your body at ninety miles per hour?" His eyes flash. "Something that used to belong in your hands.”
― Clare Gilmore, Never Over