Falling Like Snowflakes Quotes

“We have to be more careful,” she said. “I don’t have the time or energy for a broken heart.” He felt a squeeze in his chest. “I wasn’t planning to break your heart, Kate.” Her eyes fell to the floor before rising back to his. “Nobody ever does.” A fist tightened in his gut as he watched her retreat. He stood there for a long time, her words hitting hard, sinking deep. She’d been let down by a lot of people, and his name wasn’t going to be added to the list.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“When you can't trust others, and you can't trust yourself, you can always trust God. He'll carry you through whatever comes your way.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“He opened her door, grabbed a quilt from the back of the truck, and pulled her toward the beach. When he found a spot covered with thick sand, he stopped and spread out the blanket. “It’s a little early for sunbathing,” she said. “I don’t remember you being so grumpy in the morning,” he teased. “I didn’t have time for coffee.” He lowered himself to the blanket and pulled her down in front of him. She settled against his chest, his warmth driving away the chill in the air. “Madam . . .” He handed her a thermos she hadn’t noticed before. “Oh, bless you.” She poured the hot brew into the lid, took a sip, and shared with him. Much better. The smell of the brew mingled with the tangy scent of sea air. The cool breeze fanned her skin, pushing her hair from her face, and the water lapped the pebbled shore. The clouds on the horizon were beginning to brighten, the black fading to dark hues of blue. A couple months ago she’d mentioned that she’d never watched a sunrise. He seemed intent on being there for all her firsts. The first time she rented a house. The first time she opened her own bank account. The first time she swam in the ocean. She embraced her freedom, and Beau was there, supporting her however he could.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“What happened, honey?” She melted at the endearment, at the look in his eyes. “I fell in love with you.” Her words left her mouth on a rush of air. Something flared in his eyes. He pulled off his gloves, his eyes never leaving her, and cradled her face. His hands were warm and rough against her cold cheeks. “Eden . . .,” he whispered. “I love you too.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“I’m not trying to take your freedom. God knows you deserve it after being married to that monster. I don’t want to trap you or hold you back or control you.” He gently cupped her face. “I only want to love you, honey.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“Colton.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“They watched in silence as the sliver turned into a semicircle, and the semicircle became a glowing pink globe, balanced on the horizon. She was in awe of the beauty. Of the very idea that this happened every morning behind the scenes while she slept. Beau shifted, his hand leaving her stomach, and she missed it. But it returned a moment later, holding something small and square. He opened the box, and her eyes widened. She sucked in a breath. A solitaire diamond winked back, reflecting the pink rays of dawn. She turned and met his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, focused solely on her. “I love you, Eden Martelli,” he said in that low, smoky voice. “I love your beautiful smile and the way your laugh brightens the whole room. I love your warm heart and your quiet strength. I love how tender you are with Micah.” She placed her palm over her aching heart, catching her breath as he continued. “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to cherish you every day. I want to laugh together and celebrate every new beginning together. I want to be Micah’s daddy—and maybe give him a brother or sister or two . . .” His lips kicked up at the corners. They went flat again as a somber look washed over his eyes. “You’re the love of my life, Eden. Will you marry me?” “Oh, Beau . . .” He took her breath away. He made her believe in new beginnings and happily-ever-afters. “I don’t want to rush you. We can be engaged for as long as you want, but you’re it for me. You’re the one. There’ll never be another.” “Yes,” she breathed. “I want all of that, and I want it with you.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“She traced the shape of those lips. They were damp and plush and too far away. “You have really nice lips. I missed them.” One side of them kicked up, his eyes opening. “Is that all you missed?” She couldn’t count on both hands everything she’d missed about Beau. About the Callahans, about Summer Harbor.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“Maybe he should go after her. Maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. Maybe she was missing him as much as he missed her. Finding her would be a challenge, but that had never stopped him before. Surely she’d left a forwarding address with the post office. But no. That’s what her psycho, controlling late husband would have done: hunt her down. She needed to be free to make her own choice. And she had.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“He cupped her face, his eyes mingling with hers. “Stay,” he whispered. “Please.” She could deny him nothing when he looked at her that way. When he spoke to her that way. They’d stay for a week. Just one more week. What would it hurt?”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“I’m not ready for you to go.” His voice was thick and smoky.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“He thought of their kiss—had it really been two days ago? The image of Zac’s kiss barreled into his mind. When everyone had filtered into the dining room for cinnamon rolls, Beau had confiscated the mistletoe. If anyone was getting another kiss from Kate, it was going to be him.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“Mistletoe.” Aunt Trudy pointed at the ceiling above Kate and Zac. “Lay one on her, Zac.” Beau’s heart gave a hard squeeze as his brother made a big deal of sweeping Kate into his arms, dipping her backward, and laying a loud smooch on her cheek. He heard Aunt Trudy applauding and Jack giggling, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of Zac and Kate. He wanted to rip his brother’s hands off of her. He reminded himself that it meant nothing. That Zac was still in love with Lucy. Kate’s laughter was still ringing out when Zac brought her upright, embracing her in those gorilla arms of his. Beau gave him a shove. “All right, that’s enough,” he said in a tone that didn’t quite reach playful. Zac cuffed him on the back of the head, his eyes twinkling.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“Promise me you won’t leave without telling me.” “I’m not planning on it.” That wasn’t the answer he needed. His eyes pierced hers. “Promise me.” The furrows between her brows deepened as she took a step back. “I can’t do that. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’ll do whatever’s best for Jack and me. That’s the only promise I can make.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“I can’t do this.” She opened her eyes. “I can’t do this, Beau.” “Why not?” “This can’t . . . go anywhere. I’ll be leaving soon and—” “So don’t. Don’t go.” She pushed away, and his arms fell. “I have to. It won’t be safe here forever.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“You need a hybrid and a parking space the size of a runway.” A laugh slipped out as her gaze flickered over him. “That is not nice.” “Did you just snort?” “No.” She bit her lip, backing up again. Slowly this time, cutting the wheel. “Yes, you did. You totally snorted.” “I do not snort.” She hit the curb. A laugh escaped, finishing with a snort. “Oh my gosh. You’re drawing a crowd.” “I am not!” She laughed, looking around, hoping it wasn’t true. It wasn’t except for a teenaged kid who stood outside the coffee shop with a steaming cup and his phone, probably tweeting about bad women drivers. “The Harbor Tides is going to show up any minute.” “Stop it.” “Man dies of old age while waiting for woman to parallel park.” “Stop it!” It had been forever since she’d bantered with a man. It felt good. Like a big, warm hug at the end of a long week.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“I won’t let anything happen to you, Kate.” “You can’t be here 24/7.” “The heck I can’t. I’ll get Zac to cover my hours. We’re only open four more days, then it’s Christmas Eve. I’ll have the sheriff keep an eye out. Nobody knows you’re here, right? You haven’t contacted anyone? Family? Friends?”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“I’ll keep you safe, Kate. Both of you. I promise.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“He shoved a magazine into the receiver, and it snapped into place. If someone showed up intending to hurt Kate or Jack, they’d come face-to-face with his Glock 23.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“Mistletoe.” Zac nodded toward the ceiling above the stove, then turned to the fridge. Kate and Riley looked up, then Riley’s lips kicked up a crooked grin as their eyes mingled. “What’s a guy to do?” Beau braced himself as Riley leaned down and planted his lips on Kate’s cheek. The kiss seemed to linger forever. Every hair on the back of Beau’s neck rose. His breath grew shallow. Kate smiled up at Riley as he drew away. Riley winked at her as he grabbed the platter. “I just love Christmas.” Zac dropped a few bottled waters in Beau’s hands, snagging his attention from Kate’s maddening smile. “Aunt Trudy strikes again,” Zac said as he exited the kitchen.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“That was ornery.” Eden followed him around the house. “Ornery’s my middle name.”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes

“on top”
― Denise Hunter, Falling Like Snowflakes