P.S. You're Intolerable Quotes

“Come to me for hugs. Don’t go searching for human contact from inappropriate sources.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“You have a village, Catherine. You just weren’t willing to open the door and see it until I forced my way in.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“My stomach was filled with flames, and I was burning for her.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Catherine’s mine. If you choose to step up and build a relationship with her child, I’ll be there, always. Hope you like my face because you’ll be seeing it for eighteen years.” My brow winged. “Or not. That’s up to Catherine.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Babies weren’t my thing. I’d never paid attention to them before now. But this one struck me as exceptionally pretty and sweet.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“I've got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Catherine’s mine. If you choose to step up and build a relationship with her child, I’ll be there, always. Hope you like my face because you’ll be seeing it for eighteen years.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Joey’s going to eat my soul if she doesn’t get milk soon.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Elise’s guardian, and I’d never once regretted it until now. If Elise had had to tough it out in a group home or something, she wouldn’t have been so goddamn friendly.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“When was the first time you saw me”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Then, she was the first to pull away when I was nowhere near done. I’d had a sample, and now I wanted the entire feast. She flattened her palms on my stomach and pushed back. “I should really go to bed.” I had to force myself to release her hair when I wasn’t even close to ready to let her go. Dragging my fingertips down her bare arms, I stopped at her hands, squeezing them in mine. “Good night, Catherine.” She nibbled on her bottom lip, and every part of me wanted to toss her on the couch and suck that plump lip between mine. “Good night, Elliot.” She walked away, and I groaned when I was alone again. No matter how much I wanted it—I had, that wasn’t ever a question—I’d been avoiding this. Catherine had no idea what she’d awakened when she’d touched her lips to mine. She’d stoked the fire of my desire I’d kept carefully cold for a long time. There was no going back. My stomach was filled with flames, and I was burning for her.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Un-fucking-able to think. Her lips fell away from mine, and she was a foot away, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with horror. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. That was—won’t happen again. I’m so, so sorry.” The moment she turned to run, my brain came back online. She was leaving, thinking she had something to be sorry about. That wasn’t even close to the case. Arm snapping out, I captured her by the nape, spinning her into my chest. We collided with a huff of her breath, her breasts pillowing against my upper abdomen. Not giving her another second to berate herself for reading me, the situation, my feelings wrong, I dipped down and covered her mouth with mine. My fingers dug into the back of her hair, and hers fisted the sides of my T-shirt. It was all I could do not to crush her against me and drink from her lips now that I had her in this position, but I restrained myself, kissing her slowly, urging her mouth to move with mine with the sweep of my tongue along her upper lip. I tasted her sweetness, sucking it into my bloodstream. Tangled my fingers in her thick, wild locks. Clamped my arm around her waist, holding her as close as I could in this position. Catherine kissed me back with timid caresses at first, but soon, she became more sure, snuggling closer, sucking deeper, sighing her breath into my lungs.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“don’t know how to accept this.” “All you have to do is say thank you and wear that green sweater on Monday.” That finally got a smile out of her. “The green sweater was my favorite.” I grinned back. “I could tell. You lit up as soon as you stepped out of the dressing room wearing it. But you looked incredible in all of it. I look forward to looking at you in your new clothes every day.” She curled her fingers around my wrist and jerked herself free of my hold. Then she hugged my arm against her chest, nestling it between her heavy breasts. Unconsciously, I took a step closer. “Thank you, Elliot, for everything. You’ve been so generous to me and Joey, and I just—” Blinking, she turned her head to the side for a moment before facing me again. “I don’t think many people would go out of their way for others the way you have for me.” She brought my knuckles up to her mouth and pressed a light kiss there, taking me off guard. When she cupped the back of my neck and tugged me down to her waiting mouth, I wasn’t ready. Her lips slid against mine in a warm, firm kiss my brain was too fucking stupefied to respond to. Catherine kissed me, and all I did was stand there. Just stood there. Unmoving. Unresponsive.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“He wasn’t your friend.” Her head dropped. “So he showed me.” “He’s not a father either.” Another sigh, equally heavy. “I’m aware.” “You’re aware now. You should have been aware a year ago. A man who leaves his pregnant friend alone and then doesn’t come back for his baby is not a good person. You should have seen that far before sinking your savings into a house with no real plans of how you were going to do the work it required or how long you could float before you had to pay the bank.” She leaped to her feet, arms flinging to the sides. “Don’t you think I get it? I’m an idiot. I fell for the pretty picture a man I shouldn’t have trusted painted for me. I should have seen it coming, but I wanted it too bad to use common sense. The house, the stability, the little family. I was dumb and needy. I brought my daughter into a bad situation. I know that. I know it!”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“She sucked in a jagged breath. “It’s a bit of a story.” “I have the time. Tell me.” Without further preamble, Catherine launched into a tale that made my jaw tighten and fists clench. This dick, her purported friend, had gotten her to sink her savings into a house far too expensive to make sense as an investment. Had he done his own research instead of listening to some random person volunteering with them, he would have known that. On top of the ill-advised investment, the ex had hired shoddy people to do the work, and when Catherine couldn’t pay, they’d upped their shoddiness and stripped her house bare. Liam was lucky he was on another continent. He showed his face around me anytime soon, the violence thrumming in my veins wouldn’t be contained. “Who the fuck does that to their friend?” I seethed. “I know.” She pressed her hands to her temples. “Who the fuck does that to the mother of their child?” “I know, Elliot.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“don’t know if he did. I suppose he must have had an inkling since it’s his fault I am where I am.” She rubbed her lips together. “I met Liam while he was volunteering to build houses in Mexico. I was the project coordinator. Then we traveled around, volunteering, working, and, yeah, partying. We ended up in Costa Rica for a while, and I loved it there. Have you been?” “I haven’t. Unfortunately, my travel has been confined to work lately.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“I’m curious why you’ve kept them so thoroughly covered all this time.” She let her sleeve fall down to her wrist. “I suppose I have a little boomer in me. I can hear my father’s voice in my head, telling me tattoos aren’t professional. And since I didn’t know how you’d feel about them—though I admit I assumed you wouldn’t be a fan—I decided the safer option was covering them up.” “I’m not a fan of all tattoos, but the ones I’ve seen on you are really nice.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Catherine, Coffee’s in the refrigerator. I left the last pear for you. Eat it. It’s the perfect ripeness. Do you like Thai food? Text me when you’re up to let me know. If yes, I’ll bring it home tonight. It’s time we talked about what’s going on with your house. Can we also talk about when you’re coming back to the office? Daniel has been at peak vibration all week. I’m not certain either of us can sustain much more of this. Yours, Elliot P.S. Tell Josephine good morning for me.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“When Joey and I finally made our way downstairs in the morning, Elliot was long gone, but he’d left me a croissant on a plate on the counter, along with a note and his garage door opener. Catherine, There’s fruit in the refrigerator and groceries will be delivered at 2 p.m. I didn’t know what you like to have on hand, so I ordered some of everything. In the future, you can make a list. It was my mistake not asking for your requests. Please make yourself at home. I left you the remote to the garage. The alarm code is 052106.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Deliriously tired but never resentful.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Motherhood had been an abstract concept that had nothing to do with me. But this girl, my girl, had drawn me in from her first breath. Something inside me had recognized her immediately. Oh, it’s you. Of course it is.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Elliot appeared in the open doorway just as I was about to sit down on my bed to examine my foot. He waved me over, so I grabbed the baby monitor and went to him. “I noticed you were still limping after dinner,” he whispered. “Let me check out your foot.” “Do you have bandages?” “In my bathroom.” I followed him down the hall and into his bedroom, which had the same layout as mine. The design was chic and unfussy like the rest of the house, but there were small details that made this room appear just a little more lived-in than the rest.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Thank you,” I rasped, my throat clogged with emotion. “She gets a little fussy in the evening. I haven’t been able to eat dinner with both hands in a long time.” Supporting the back of her head in his wide palm, he held her on his arm so he could peer down at her. “You don’t look fussy to me,” he said to Joey in his usual tone. “You do move a lot, though. I remember you in your mom’s tummy. You were rolling like an alligator.” She kicked her legs and stared up at him like she did her best friend, the ceiling fan. Her big milk-chocolate eyes were fascinated, locked on Elliot and hardly blinking. I swallowed my bite of garlic bread and wiped my mouth. “You’re good at holding babies. Have you been around many?” “This is my first one.” He dragged his fingertip along her cheek. “I did some reading on the subject.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Please, dig in. You deserve a nice meal, and I’m sure Josephine will thank you later for it.” I snorted a soft laugh. “Do you think my milk will be richer from this food than PBJs?” He tilted his head toward my plate. “It’s worth a shot.” I smiled at him for a split second before turning all my attention to my food. Well, most of it. Joey was in one arm, so I had to be careful not to drop anything on her head. Poor thing had been glopped with jelly more than once, but luckily, she forgave me. Elliot tapped my arm. “Here. Let me hold her while you eat.” I paused, my garlic bread halfway to my mouth. “What? No. You need to eat too.” He held out his hands, insistent. “I’m fine, and I have a feeling you’ll clean your plate pretty quickly anyway. Give her to me.” He didn’t really wait for me to hand her over, scooping her out of my arms like he was a professional. Elliot was good at everything I’d seen him do, and now I could add “holding my newborn daughter” to the list.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“I will love you with every single breath in this life, and when I go back to the earth with you, I will love you in every flower that blooms, every seed that brings fruit, each gust of wind, drop of rain, and snowflake that falls. Always, Catherine. Always.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“Opening her back door, I unlatched Josephine’s car seat from the base. She was fast asleep from the short car ride. Her long lashes brushed the top of her apple cheeks. Babies weren’t my thing. I’d never paid attention to them before now. But this one struck me as exceptionally pretty and sweet.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“We’re wasting time standing here. Daniel is getting comfortable, and Josephine looks like she’s ready to sleep in a room with real floors. Let’s go.” “Elliot, I—” She turned away, but not before I spotted the tears welling in her eyes. She might have thought me a bastard, but what I’d said was true. This was no place for her and her baby to live. They deserved a far nicer place to lay their heads. I expected a fight. In fact, I was prepared for it, so when she heaved a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped, and whispered, “Okay,” I was shocked into silence.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“You can’t live here, Catherine.” I tipped my head to the side. “Come with me.” Her mouth fell open. “What?” “I don’t know why your home is in this condition, and I won’t ask you to tell me, but I can’t leave you here. I have a big house with several spare rooms. Plenty of space for you and Josephine. Come now.” “To your house?” she repeated flatly. “Yes. To my house. You can stay as long as you need.” “Why?” After seven frustrating weeks of lagging replies to my emails, allowing Catherine to live in my home would put her right at my fingertips. Any questions I had, I could just ask rather than waiting hours for her to find the time to answer me. She’d get a safe house with real floors and a working kitchen, and I’d have my assistant within reach. It was a win-win. I just had to make her see it. “You’re my employee. You can’t possibly work at the level I need if you’re living in a home like this. Besides, I have all these empty rooms I’m not using. There’s no reason for you to say no.” Her brows dropped. “There isn’t?”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“I hurried into the living room, and the kernel grew until it filled my sternum. They weren’t there. The play mat was empty. “Elliot?” I called. “Where are you?” Only a second or two passed, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, Elliot appeared in the kitchen doorway, Joey in his arms. “We’re here,” he answered. My heart was still lodged firmly in my throat. “You’re holding her.” He had my daughter against his chest, facing outward, his hand on her belly to keep her stable. She seemed content, her head resting against him, his suit sleeve clenched in her fist. Somehow, this was different than when Raymond held her. Ray loved Joey, and they were buddies. It made me smile to see them together. But this…I wasn’t smiling. Despite myself, my thighs pressed together, and heat flooded my core. What is this? “She seemed bored, so I took her out back to see the birds.” He patted her round middle. “If I measure her enjoyment by the amount of drool that dripped on my arm, she liked it very much.” A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled out of me. This was all so surreal. “My daughter drooled on you?” “She did.” “You don’t seem mad.” He lifted a shoulder. “I’m not a monster, Catherine. I knew the risks of holding a baby and picked her up anyway.” He jiggled her softly, and she settled even more in his arms. I didn’t know how to handle this man holding my daughter so delicately—or my body’s immediate reaction. I walked toward them, intent on taking her back, giving him the schematics, and hustling him out of there so I could regain a semblance of equilibrium. “You’re limping.” I stopped moving. “Yes. I stubbed my toe. I’m fine, though.” He closed the distance between us. When Joey alighted on me, she gave me my favorite smile: open-mouthed with the sweetest little coo. “Hi, Joey-Girl,” I cooed back. “Did you get a ride with Elliot? He’s so tall, isn’t he? You’ve never been that high up before.” “Her father’s short?” I huffed. “No. He’s pretty tall too.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable

“His frown deepened. “This isn’t what you look like.” My mouth fell open, but I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn’t dressed up like Catherine. Elliot was getting a view of Kit, and he didn’t know this girl. “Ah—I don’t know what to say to that. This is me when I’m not in the office.” I cocked my head, playing off the fact that I was standing in front of my boss in barely more than underwear. They were clothes from before my pregnancy. They’d been snug then. I was much, much curvier now and all too aware I was spilling out of them.”
― Julia Wolf, P.S. You're Intolerable