Dancing with Fireflies Quotes

“You’re not getting sick as much, you said. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.” “But my stomach.” Jade put her hand on her belly. “Twins, remember? I swear I’m growing by the hour.” He pulled her into his side, loving the soft feel of her against him. “You’re right. Besides, there’s the glow.” “What glow?” “The pregnancy glow. You have it.” “I do not.” He nudged her playfully. “You’re practically a neon sign.” “Stop it.” Ah, but he’d made her smile. Why did that make him feel like a million bucks? Like he could buy the world twice over with that smile. Of”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“She met his eyes, and he thought for the millionth time that God had invented that shade of green just for her.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” “Only about a dozen times.” He turned her in his arms and took her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. Their breath mingled together. “It’s true. You’re beautiful and amazing, and I love you so much. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” She turned a kiss into his palm. “I love you too. I’m going to make you the happiest husband ever.” “I already am.” The”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“He didn’t stir when she brushed the hair from his forehead. She’d leave in a minute. She just wanted to look at him awhile. Let it sink in that he was hers and she was his. That she’d found love despite her efforts to avoid it. That she’d found a man who was worth the risk. That he loved her, had waited for her. Not for weeks or months but for years. She let her eyes roam over his beautiful, familiar face. His long lashes, his stately nose, his lips, slackening now in sleep. He was breathing easily, sleeping deeply. She looked at the door, considering, then settled into the chair instead. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not for a long time.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“I have a head injury.” His strange words pulled her from her thoughts. That last shot of morphine must’ve kicked in. “What?” “A moment like this . . . it kind of calls for a romantic kiss, you know? I’m weighted to this bed, and my girl won’t lean over and make it happen.” She gave a watery laugh. His girl. She liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot. So much that she leaned over and touched her lips to his. He”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“I love you, Jade. I have for a long time, and I’m sure not going to stop now.” She”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“What’s going on behind those green eyes?” “So much.” “Tell me.” It”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“As afraid as she was of loving and losing, she was even more afraid of losing the chance to love him. Maybe”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“He’s loved you a long time, you know.” Her heart gave a hard squeeze, and suddenly breathing became a chore. “Don’t, Mom.” Jade didn’t want to know anything. Didn’t want to know how long or when he’d first realized he loved her or how long her mom had known. She didn’t want to think about how much she’d hurt him over the years or how much he was hurting now. She couldn’t bear the thought. Mom perched on the bed beside Jade. “Honey, I don’t know exactly what’s going on or how you’re feeling. But are you sure you and Daniel can’t make this work? I was starting to sense that you were falling—” “No. It’s over, Mom.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“He gave the final strum. The last chord was still ringing out as he looked up at her. “I was thinking about what you said earlier. About the babies being able to hear sounds. If I play this every night until they’re born, it’ll become familiar. And later it’ll remind them of being all snug inside.” A flush crept up into his cheeks. Her eyes stung at the beauty of the thought. At his sweet, selfless nature. How had she gotten so lucky? An aching lump swelled in her throat. Daniel’s face fell. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She scooted over on the couch. Took the guitar from his hands, setting it on the table. She pulled him into her arms, sighing. “That’s about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” She”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“What are you doing?” “Painting my toenails?” “You’re holding your breath.” She finished the big toe. “The fumes can’t be good for the babies.” “Neither can lack of oxygen.” She shot him a look. He held out his hand. “Give me that.” She raised a brow. “Seriously?” He patted his lap. She handed over the polish and moved her feet onto his lap, turning in her seat. Her toes were probably going to look like a four-year-old had gotten hold of them. Oh well. She could breathe now, and her knee wasn’t shoved into her protruding belly. She”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“I’ll be good to her, Mama Jo. I’ll make her happy, I swear it. I’ll be the best flipping husband there ever was.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“She did love him. Maybe it wasn’t quite the same, but it was close enough. The closest he’d ever dreamed of having, and he was going to take it. He’d be a fool not to.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“He wished he could step inside Jade’s mind. It had been all he could do to pull away when he’d only wanted to deepen the kiss. When his fingers had ached to thread into her hair, skim the smooth planes of her face. He deserved a flipping trophy. He had to go slow. There was too much at stake. He couldn’t scare her away. Already he was afraid his feelings were apparent in the reverence of the kiss, in the way he couldn’t tear his eyes from her beautiful face. He”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Daniel, if you . . . if over the next several days you change your mind . . . I just want you to know it’s okay. I do love you, and that’s never going to change.” He lifted the hand still held in his and kissed the tender flesh of her inner wrist. Gooseflesh skated down her arms. “I won’t change my mind.” His words were a pact, the look in his eyes a signature on the dotted line. She couldn’t tear hers away from his. They were so blue, so mesmerizing. He”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Listen, Daniel.” She could hear the tension in her voice. “I—I made a mistake. I’ve been torturing myself with this all weekend. The last thing I wanted to do was put you on the spot or make you feel uncomfortable or like you had to—” “Yes.” “—Step in and save the day, and I never wanted you to feel—” “Yes, Jade.” “—Taken advantage of, because our friendship means—” Jade heard his words belatedly. She frowned, taking the pause to breathe because somehow she’d forgotten to do that. “What?” she asked. “I said yes.” His lips twitched a little as his eyes caught hers. “This makes three times now.” Her breath caught as she stared into his eyes, wondering if she misunderstood. If wishful thinking misconstrued his words. Had she asked a question while she’d been rambling? “Yes?” He hiked a brow. “It was a yes or no question, right?” Now she was really confused. Maybe she had asked something. She reviewed her words, but it was all a blur. “The proposition? Friday? Ringing a bell?” “You mean . . . yes?”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“All he could think of was how wonderful it would be to have Jade for himself. To have his ring on her finger. Have her by his side. Quiet suppers and bathroom sink sharing and bickering over closet space. Boat rides and grocery trips and sheet wars. And later . . . school programs, family devotions, Saturday morning cartoons. He”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Tell me about the babies,” Daniel said. “The babies?” “How big are they now?” She turned her head and met his warm gaze, soaking in some of his calm. “A pound and a half each—twelve inches. Fully developed hands. They can even touch each other.” He smiled. “I’ll bet they’re already saying ‘He’s touching me, Mom.’ ” She drew in a long, even breath and blew it out. “Probably. They can hear too.” “Like, womb sounds?” “That, but also us.” “They can hear us? Right now?” “Right now.” His gaze fell to her tummy. “Hey, little Nugget.” He said softly. “You hear me in there?” “Nuggets you mean. Two of them, remember?” “The other one is Peanut. I was getting to her.” Jade smiled. “Her?” He shrugged. “That’s just the way I think of them.” It”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“When are you going to do something about those feelings of yours?” His eyes darted to Mama Jo. Her blue eyes studied him over the ridge of her bifocals. Heat rose on his neck. “What do you mean?” She pinned him with a look. “I think you know what I mean.” There was something in her eyes that made the blood rush to his face. Cacophony erupted on the court as PJ sank another shot, the others groaning. Daniel watched them blindly, his heart in his throat. First Madison, now Mama Jo. His secret wasn’t a secret anymore. His heart raced. “How long have you known?” “Since about five seconds after your feelings changed.” He scratched his neck, wishing twilight would fall faster. “I understood why you held back at first.” Mama Jo flipped another page. “She was so young. She was with Aaron, and they were so—” She stopped before saying the hurtful words. He’d stayed away a lot during those four years. It was too hard seeing Jade so in love with someone who wasn’t him. “The secret admirer notes.” She looked at him over her glasses. “They were from you?” His lips parted as his eyes shot to her. This was getting out of hand. “Please don’t tell her.” She removed her glasses, folded them, and set them on the paper, looking down. “At first, when she came home, I thought maybe the time was finally right. That you’d finally tell her how you felt.” She waved her hand. “I know I’m butting in here.” She looked toward Jade and Cody, then back to him. “But I see things moving forward, and I worry you’re missing your open window. Maybe the last one you’ll get.” He”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Daniel was losing her again. It never got easier. He’d lost her to Aaron for four heartbreaking years. He’d felt guilty when Aaron had died. As if his own jealousy had somehow caused the tragedy. Watching Jade suffer had been unbearable. He’d wished a thousand times he could bring Aaron back. Watching helplessly while she grieved was a hundred times worse than seeing them together. He needed to remember that. Remember all Jade had been through. Remember that her happiness was all that mattered.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Cody tossed the ball to Ryan and draped his arm across Jade’s shoulder. Daniel fought the urge to go knock it off. She smiled up at Cody. The look she gave him cut right through Daniel. He took in Cody’s scruffy goatee, his office attire, his slight build. Was that the kind of man who appealed to Jade?”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Her eyes slid to Daniel. His fingers did a fast hunt-and-peck across the keyboard as his brows furrowed. The glow of the screen lit his face in the inadequately lit room. He had a nice profile. Long dark lashes that swept up and down as he typed, the perfect sized nose, a strong jaw, freshly shaven. His lips were nice too. Gently rounded peaks, set far apart. His lower lip was generous. Good kissing lips. He pursed them now. Jade jerked her eyes away. What are you doing, Jade? That’s Daniel. She’d never noticed his nose or his long lashes, to say nothing of his lips—or had thoughts of kissing them. It was the hormones. They were doing weird things to her. Making her think crazy thoughts. Thoughts”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“It’s pertinent information, that’s all. If you’re dating seriously it seems like—” “We’ve had two dates.” “But there’s history. Things could advance quickly.” “Because we were friends in high school?” “You said you like him.” Daniel gave a humorless laugh. “And we all know he likes you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Please. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your butt at Cappy’s.” She gaped at him. “Whatever. Besides, you didn’t seem too worried when you were setting me up with James.” “I didn’t know you were pregnant then. And what if Cody doesn’t want kids either?” She almost brought up Cody’s nieces and nephew, but then . . . James enjoyed teaching children. That didn’t necessarily equate with parenthood. “Very unlikely,” she said.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“How am I going to manage? I’m never going to earn enough to support them. And a partner—ha! Who’d want to marry me, pregnant with somebody else’s babies? Two of them! Nobody’s going to want me.” “Jade. That’s not true.” Twins.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies

“Jade’s heart had already been shattered into a thousand pieces, and there was no putting it back together. Even if there were, Jade wasn’t interested. Loving Aaron had been like magic, but losing him had been a kind of hell she never wanted to experience again.”
― Denise Hunter, Dancing with Fireflies