Song of My Heart Quotes

“Sid, you don’t have to buy me presents. Save your money to get things for yourself.” He angled his head to look directly into her face. Tenderness crept across his features. “Aw, Sadie, you oughtta know by now anything I have, I wanna share with you.” His cheeks mottled red. “ ’Cause I love you, Sadie.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“I mean it. Stop laughin’. How’m I gonna be able to surprise anybody with skunk smell all over me? It’ll probably never come out of my leather vest or my hat. Dumb animal just ruined my chance of sneak—” He broke off, clamping his jaw tight.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I know enough to see you’re perfect for me. You love God, you want a big family someday, you’re hardworking. And I can see us serving a congregation together—me preaching, you singing . . .” He smiled, his fingers tightening on hers. “We were made for each other, don’t you see?”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“There’s something else I want to ask you, too.” His hand still holding tight to hers, he glanced around the empty mercantile. Then he leaned across the counter, his face so close to hers his breath kissed her cheeks. “This isn’t hardly the time or place, but I don’t want to waste another minute. Sadie, would you do me the honor of allowing me to court you?”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Sadie,” Thad said, his gaze boring into her. He kept his voice low, almost a growl. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. If anything had happened to you, I—” With a groan, he pulled her close again. Her cheek pressed to his chest, the points of the tin badge pricking her flesh. His heartbeat pounded fast and sure beneath her ear. She remained snug in his embrace for long seconds, absorbing the wonder of the moment. Her lips still tingled pleasantly from the pressure of his. She tasted the essence of coffee and salty ham. And she’d eaten oatmeal for breakfast.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“I’ve been waiting for word from my parents—waiting and hoping—and finally letters arrive. But before I even have a chance to open them and find out what Mama and Papa think is best for me to do about my feelings for you, you come along and—” Thad had heard enough. She obviously had no inkling how frightened he’d been. He might have lost her. And he hadn’t yet told her how much he cared for her. Well, he wouldn’t wait another second. But she wasn’t in a state to listen to words. He’d have to show her. With a growl, Thad gathered Sadie in his arms. She let out a little squawk of surprise, but he cut it short with a firm, heartfelt, possessive kiss.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Thad! Let me go right now!” “No, ma’am.” He pulled, drawing her along beside him. “As sheriff, my job’s to protect folks. An’ you obviously need protecting.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“I didn’t notice you actin’ all shy when McKane cozied up to you.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Y’know, Sadie, I loved you even back then. You’ve always been important to me.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Gathering all his courage, Sid caught her chin in his hand and lifted her face to him. He wished his fingers would stop trembling, but the glory of her soft skin nearly undid him. “Did’ja like the little present I left for you today?” With her face caught in his fingers, she couldn’t nod. But he saw a soft look creep into her eyes. She liked it. He smiled. “Y’know, Sadie, I loved you even back then. You’ve always been important to me.” She swallowed, the sound loud in the silent room. She leaned back slightly, removing herself from his quivering grasp. “I . . . I know, Sid. And you’ve been important to me, too. Always my favorite—” He covered her lips with his fingers. “Don’t say ‘cousin.’ ’Cause we aren’t.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Even though her stomach already ached from the hearty supper, she consumed every bite of the pie and even tamped up the leftover pastry crumbs with the back of the fork’s tines. Licking the fork clean, she glanced at Thad and caught his amused grin. Mortified, she lowered the fork and ducked her head. Hadn’t Mama taught her better manners? What must Thad think, witnessing her childish display? He reached across the table and cupped her hand. Her face flaming, she peeked at him through her lashes. “Don’t hide from me, Sadie Wagner.” His deep voice, kind yet resolute, sent her heart to thudding against her rib cage. His hand tightened on hers. “Look at me.” Slowly, she raised her head, but her cheeks blazed so hot it took all of her effort to meet his gaze rather than looking past his shoulder to the flowered wallpaper behind him. His eyes smiled even while he maintained a serious expression. “You never have to be ashamed around me. You enjoyed the pie—what’s wrong with that?” He gave her hand a little tug, his brows briefly coming together. “Too many people hunker behind a shield of indifference instead of letting folks know what they really think. I call that putting on airs, and it isn’t honest.” His face relaxed, his smile enfolding her in a blanketing contentment unlike anything she’d experienced before in a man’s company. “So you just be yourself. Always be honest with me, Sadie, no matter what. All right?”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“I think that’s a question I’ll be better suited to answer when I’m behind a pulpit. Right now”—he picked up his fork again—“I’m just a small-town lawman enjoying supper with the prettiest girl in town.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“You, offend me?” He let a soft chuckle roll. “Not likely.” Then he forced an apologetic grimace. “But I figure my taking off offended you. So would you let me make it up to you? I’d like to take you to supper tonight.” She looked surprised. And a little nervous. Maybe he was moving too fast. “Or tomorrow,” he said, “if that suits you better.” “N-no. Tonight . . . would be fine.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Sadie . . .” He swallowed. “I’m not willin’ to just be your cousin anymore.” His shoulders squared. “Whatever it takes to win your affection, I’ll do it. I’m gonna woo you like no man’s ever wooed a woman before. An’ I’m gonna win your love. You wait an’ see.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” He shook his head. Sadie looked down, blinking back tears. His rejection hurt more than she could understand. “Oh.” He wheeled on the seat of his pants, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her face. His eyes smoldered with deep emotion. “I wanna be more.” Sadie sucked in a sharp breath. “M-more?” Sid gazed directly into her face, his fingers possessive on her jaw. “I wanna be your beau, Sadie.” “Sid!” Sadie pulled back, out of his reach, but his hand hovered in the air in front of her face. She inched sideways, putting a little more space between them. “You can’t be my beau.” The dark scowl of days past returned, giving him a stern appearance. “Why not?” She held out her hands. “We’re cousins!” “Not by blood.” He rolled to his knees, anchoring her skirts to the ground with his weight. Then he leaned in, like a cat cornering a mouse. “You ain’t really a Wagner. Oh, sure, you call Uncle Len Papa, but he’s not your real pa. So that means we aren’t real cousins.” Sadie’s heart raced so fast, she could hardly draw a breath. “But . . . but . . .” “I tried to tell you how I feel by takin’ you to dinner. An’ givin’ you those flowers.” His familiar face, so close his breath touched her cheek, lit with fervor. “Those’re things a beau would do. Didn’t you understand?”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“soon as he finished up here, he intended to ride out and pick a big bundle of those purple flowers, tie their stems together with a length of yellow ribbon he’d purchased a month ago because the color had reminded him of Sadie’s shining hair, and he’d hand ’em right over in front of everybody tonight when she finished her final song. His heart set up a double beat just thinking about how she’d blush pink and give him her special smile. Then, while she was smiling and feeling appreciative, he’d take her aside and set her straight on how he felt about her and how much her paying attention to the sheriff hurt him. He and Sadie had a relationship years in the making. She’d only known the sheriff a few weeks. She’d pick him over McKane. He just knew it.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“The image of the two of them—smiling and at ease with each other—would be burned in Sid’s memory forever. What all had gone on between them while he’d collected Asa’s lumber? Sadie obviously had time for the sheriff, but not for him. Couldn’t she see she was breaking his heart? But he had a plan to capture her attention tonight. By the end of the day, she’d be looking at him with that moony expression she’d aimed at the sheriff.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“lifted the jug he’d left in the shade between the mercantile and drugstore and took a lengthy swig, his gaze lifting to the window of Sadie’s room. Wouldn’t she rather have a whole house to call her own? Sure she would. Every woman wanted her own place, a husband, and a family. And he was willing to give it to her, if only she’d stop fluttering her eyelashes at the sheriff and look at Sid.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Thad slowly sat upright, his limbs quivery. He’d never been a whimsical man, but in that moment he felt as though someone had pushed him over the edge of a cliff and he was soaring in the clouds. In that moment, he lost his heart to Miss Sadie Wagner. And he had no idea how to snatch it back.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Thad kept his voice light, even though his heart had suddenly decided to set up a fierce boom-boom inside his chest. “Are you hoping to have a big family of your own someday?” “Of course! Big and boisterous.” She laughed, the sound like creek water tripping over rocks. “I can’t imagine family being any other way.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“Fine. Be taciturn and muleheaded, if that’s what you want to be. But you can be that way alone.” She whirled and took one step toward Main Street. He caught her arm. “But we were gonna have lunch together. I’ve got bread and cheese for sandwiches and a whole peach pie I bought from a neighbor lady.” Sadie loved peach pie. Her mouth watered, thinking about sinking her fork through flaky crust into sweet, moist peaches. But then she looked into Sid’s stormy face. Her hunger disappeared in an instant. She pulled her arm free of his grasp. “Eat it by yourself. I have no desire to stay in your company when you won’t talk or smile or act like the Sid I remember from Indiana.”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart

“An’ something else you can remember . . .” He leaned in again, his mustache twitching. “My name.” Sadie drew back in surprise. “W-what?” His friendly green-eyed gaze held her captive. “Would you consider calling me Thad instead of Sheriff McKane? You and me are the newest ones in town, and I think it’d be nice if we could be friends. Would’ja mind?”
― Kim Vogel Sawyer, Song of My Heart