Beyond This Moment Quotes

“That’s when she saw him. Standing there on the edge of the cliff in his rain-slicked duster and weathered Stetson. She stared, numb inside. Partly from being back in this spot again, but mostly from seeing him here, now. The certainty of her decision began to sway inside her, but looking at him, loving him the way she did, she determined to follow through. James walked toward her. Handsome hardly began to describe him, especially with that half grin slowly edging up one side of his mouth. “Beg your pardon, ma’am. But do you need some help getting your luggage down?” “What are you doing here? How did you—” He pulled an envelope from his pocket. She recognized her handwriting. It was the envelope she’d mailed last night. Or thought she’d mailed. Ben Mullins . . . “I got a special delivery around midnight.” He stepped closer, the blue of his eyes turning more so in the sunlight. “Ben had a pretty good tussle with his conscience, but he finally decided this was something I might need to see before Monday.” He gave her a scolding look. “He was right.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“he knew that nothing ever surprised the Creator of heaven and earth. As the circuit preacher had said a month or so ago, “God never leans over the balcony of heaven and gasps.” James”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“A twinkle lit his eyes. “And I’ll tell you this, my bonny lass, I’m not of a mind to let you go either. Not without a good fight.” She smiled at his brogue and at the mischievous gleam in his expression. “But if it’s a fight you’re wantin’”—he winked—“then you’ve come to the right man, my lady. Because I won’t be lettin’ you go without one.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“I want you to be my wife. And I want to be your husband. There’s nothing stopping us, Molly. I know you’re afraid. I see it in your eyes. But I’ll take care of you. And your baby. I’ll love you both. I already do.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“Take care, you fair lassies!” In full Scottish brogue, James pulled the sleigh up beside the porch stairs. “A wicked storm’s a brewin’!” Molly’s train of thought derailed as he climbed the icy stairs and slipped an arm around her none-too-tiny waist. She felt about as big as a barn these days. “You best hang on to me for all you’re worth, Molly girl!” He winked. “With both hands, if you’d like.” Giggling, Rachel raised a discreet brow as if to say, “Friendship?” “You be careful taking her home, James.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“She didn’t ask where they were going. She just leaned back and stared up into the dark night sky. He would have been hard-pressed to explain it to anyone, but he’d never felt so much like a man as he did when he was with her. He wanted to protect her, provide for her, make her laugh, love her in every way he could. And he liked that she didn’t have to fill every moment with words too.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“She looked at him for the longest time, and he sensed she wanted to tell him something, so he kept quiet, giving her ample opportunity. She finally stood on tiptoe and kissed him, high on the cheek, about as far away from his mouth as she could get. But that was okay. She’d kissed him. It was a start. And he’d take it.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“Molly?” “Yes?” He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. “I’ll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you’re ready—if you’re ever ready—all you have to do is . . .” He didn’t complete the sentence. He didn’t have to.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“I’ll be your friend, Molly Whitcomb, the best friend I know how to be.” He caressed the side of her face and traced her lower lip with his thumb. “Until you’re ready for me to be something more.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment

“If there’s anything you want to know about me, Molly Whitcomb, all you have to do is ask.” He’d guessed the statement might catch her by surprise, maybe even encourage a giggle. But he’d guessed wrong. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He was tempted to offer an apology, but something within him held back the words. Watching her, he sensed a hurt he wished he could do something about. Heal, in some way. Or at least help shoulder. If she’d only trust him enough to tell him what it was. She laughed softly and sniffed. “Always so direct.” “Not always,” he whispered, wishing she would offer him the same invitation he’d given her—to ask her anything he wanted. He would ask about her husband, how he’d died, when they’d gotten married, what kind of life they’d had together, and if the pain he sensed from her now was from a past hurt, or a present one.”
― Tamera Alexander, Beyond This Moment