Belonging Quotes

“Not all friendships take a long time to grow and deepen. Some are formed in an instant.”
― Robin Lee Hatcher, Belonging

“Come back, Felicia. Don’t leave Frenchman’s Bluff. Don’t leave the children.” He brushed his lips against hers, and his voice lowered. “Don’t leave me. You’ve taught me so much already, but I have so much more to learn.” She smiled a little. “What have I taught you, Mr. Murphy?” “More than you could imagine, my love. But it’ll take me a lifetime to find the words to tell you.”
― Robin Lee Hatcher, Belonging

“She squeezed her eyes closed. She heard the buggy stop, heard Colin’s boots hit the ground, knew that he strode toward her side of the wagon. “Felicia, where do you think you’re going?” “Away,” she whispered. Strong hands closed around her waist, and suddenly she was airborne, lifted off the wagon seat and then set gently on the ground. Her eyes flew open. “You’re not going anywhere, Miss Kristoffersen. Not until I’ve done this.” His lips claimed hers in the kiss she’d longed for, even when she hadn’t known it. The kiss was gentle, yet it sent her senses reeling. She felt turned upside down and wrong side out. His arms gathered her closer, and she felt their hearts beating as one. Oh, if they could only stay like this forever.”
― Robin Lee Hatcher, Belonging

“Miss Kristoffersen.” He offered his elbow to her. After a slight hesitation, she slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, and the two of them walked toward the barn. Just before they reached it, guitar and fiddle, flute and banjo, drums and tambourine began to play a lively melody. Very soon, couples swirled by the open doorway, the women’s colorful skirts soaring out behind them. Colin dared to look at Felicia again and was rewarded with an enormous smile. “It’s wonderful,” she said, loud enough to be heard above the music. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Your first barn dance?” She nodded. “Would you like to dance?” The smile vanished, and she shook her head. It surprised him how much he wanted to change her mind. “Are you sure?” Color infused her cheeks. “I don’t know how to dance, Mr. Murphy.” “Tell you what.” He leaned closer so he didn’t have to raise his voice. “We’ll wait until they play something a bit slower. Then I’ll teach you. Okay?” For a heartbeat, he feared she would still refuse. But then she nodded, and pleasure flowed through him. Mrs. Summerville be hanged.”
― Robin Lee Hatcher, Belonging