Sawyer Quotes

“It’s just funny. Men love to call women ‘crazy,’ but y’all are the crazy ones thinking we’d ever settle for your bullshit.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Ava, I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love.” It’s all I can do not to gasp. “Really?” “Really. I’m worried—sometimes I think I’m gonna die without knowing what that’s like, falling for someone so completely that it takes over your life. I’ve always believed that kind of love—the kind my parents had—is what makes life living. Now, the love I have for my daughter—that’s its own thing. Deep and wonderful and just, yeah, mind-blowing in its own way. But I still feel like something’s missing. I want to commit to someone.” He pauses. “I want someone to commit to me. None of that wishy-washy bullshit I’ve experienced in the past. I want the real deal—in sickness, health, all of it. I’m ready, Ava.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Don’t we both want to love and be loved in return?”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Babies really make you aware of the deficiencies in your marriage. The things you could sweep under the rug before—the shit you convinced yourself you could tolerate—is no longer tolerable with a tiny new human in the mix.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Being with a man who’s a doer—who not only notices when you’re tired and need a break, but gives you that break—is quite possibly the most arousing experience I’ve ever had.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“I’ve been dead since the second you waved to me in the parking lot.” “Six feet under since you dumped your beer on me.” My lips twitch. “Hey, that was an accident.” His eyes search mine. “This isn’t.” And then he leans in, his thick neck slanting in the sexiest way imaginable as his mouth meets mine.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“For the wild ones. May the cowgirl in you be alive and well, always.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“I rest my case. It’s time to be brave, A. Dry your eyes, put on your dancing boots, and go tell your cowboy how you feel.” “Even if I’m a blotchy mess?” “Especially if you’re a blotchy mess. Something tells me Sawyer is gonna make you feel a hell of a lot better.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Sawyer knows what he wants, and in keeping with that, he knows who he is. He’s not trying to be something or someone he’s not. He doesn’t need to impress anyone other than you. Which he’ll go to the ends of the earth to do, by the way.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Listen. We all want a guarantee that things will work out and we’ll be okay. Truth is, nobody gets a guarantee. You take risks and hope they work out, and that’s all you can do.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“He’s threatened by you. That’s why he’s always tried to make you smaller. Less sure of yourself. You know that, right? That he’s always been afraid you’ll realize how much better you are than him, so he tries to put you down? Keep you scared and mixed up?”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“When you really think about it, Sawyer—when you dig into why you’d want to get married and have a family—I think what you’ve always been looking for is a sense of home. Of safety.” I blink. “That’s … awfully insightful of you.” “Dude, shut up.” “I mean it.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Sally is up onstage with Frisky Whiskey, the band she and her mom are in that performs at The Rattler every Friday night. They’re here again tonight by special request. By that I mean my request. I may have bribed Patsy and Sally with quarts of my homemade tomato soup to play two nights in a row so Ava could see them. She’s a live-music gal, so I know she’ll get a kick out of Frisky Whiskey’s excellent country covers.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“If you’d told me back then that I’d be living my dream life with my dream girl, I would’ve laughed in your face and then, like, secretly cried in my room for a week.” “We’re all crying a lot these days, aren’t we?”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“But he also looks well rested. Well fed. He’s taking care of himself. Really, he and Sally are taking care of each other, and it shows. An ache takes root in my gut. I want someone to take care of me that way.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Christ, Wyatt, since when did you get … introspective?” “I feel like I should be offended by that comment. I’m not, by the way. But I feel like I should be.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“How sexy,” I scoff, pressing my thumbs into my eye sockets, “the two of us trading, I don’t know, oatmeal recipes.” “Bet that oatmeal will get you laid.” “I do make a mean oatmeal.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Anyway.” Wyatt gently pushes me out to the front porch. “As your older, wiser brother who just went through something similar, I thought I’d impart some wisdom.” I run a hand over my face before crossing my arms over my chest, my coffee cup dangling against my side.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Here, why don’t you come play with me while Uncle Wy and Daddy have a chat?” I eye my brother as he hands Ella over to his fiancée. “We’re having a chat?” “Yeah, we’re having a chat. You’re in love. As your⁠—” “Wait, wait. I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not⁠—” “But you are.” Wyatt’s expression softens. “I know that look, because I had it too.” “Still do!” Sally calls over her shoulder.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Who did this to you?” I gesture to her face. She looks up at me. “What do you mean?” Despite the way my heart is going apeshit, I keep my voice calm. “Who made you cry? Who hurt you? Please tell me, Ava.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“If you let this fear you have of people disappointing you sabotage what could be a really beautiful time in your life.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“think I’m in love with you, I want to say. I’m scared out of my mind, but I’m thinking about it, Sawyer.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Ella scrunches her nose. “Are you gonna kiss like Prince Eric and Ariel?” “I don’t know.” Sawyer’s head swings in my direction. “Are we going to kiss, Miss Ava?” Heat floods my face. “Kissing is … fun. When it’s with the right person.” “I never thought my best date would be in a bathroom, no,” he replies with a grin. My heart pounds. “So this is your best date.” “I took a four-hour nap before this. Of course it’s my best date. Might be my best day.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“know better than to let the unknown ruin a magical moment. I look at Sawyer and smile.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“love your parents,” I blurt. Sawyer’s brows pop up. “Uh. I do too?” “They raised you right, Sawyer.” I move my hand to cup his cheek. “You just might be the best man I’ve met. Ever.” “Because I make grilled cheese?” I laugh and he laughs, and something like joy—pure, potent—zips through my veins. “Because you make grilled cheese, yes.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“want my independence, but I also want to be known and seen and heard the way Sawyer knows me, sees me, hears me.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“And you like the backward baseball hat. Noted.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Why are you hugging Mr. Sawyer? Do you have big feelings?”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Yes you did, pretty girl. I remember them all.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer

“Sounds kinda dirty when you say it like that.” I step forward. He steps forward, too, so that our faces are mere inches apart. “I’ll make it as dirty as you want, Ava.”
― Jessica Peterson, Sawyer