Beg, Borrow or Steal Quotes

“My blood pressure is fine, you freak,” she muttered. “Well, your ankles were really puffy last night and–” “They’re just fat,” she cut him off hotly, drawing a few curious stares from the nurses behind the desk. She looked up at the ceiling and contrived to lower her voice. “They’re just fat because I’m fat, because I’m carrying your big fat baby. Now stop fussing.”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“I don’t care about any of this shit,” he muttered against her apple shampoo-smelling hair. “All I care about is right here in my arms and outside attempting to play catch with a morbidly obese dog.”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“So the past week has been about pity has it?” he asked her, and she blinked. “Uh …” “I felt sorry for you and Rosie, so I invited your whole family to stay at my house. Allowed your mother to traumatise my dog. Have a family of woodlice living in one of my houseplants, because I felt bad?” “Uh… yes?”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“glared over at Libby in the kitchen. “The door was open.” Libby rolled her eyes. “Yes, I got one of your bossy little texts; I knew you were on your way over, so I left it ajar. You’re lucky I didn’t lock my new deadbolt.”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“Rosie burrowed further into Beauty’s fur, not saying a word. (To be honest Libby was a little relieved; Shy Rosie was better than Kicking Random People in the Shins Rosie.)”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“Mum,” she snapped, “I’ve got to go.” “Oh! Of course, go, go. Sweets, I’m not sure that your pancakes are the best choice to make him for breakfast. Better maybe to ease him into your cooking skills. Some toast might be–”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“You never told me you had a daughter.” “Well, I did try a couple of times, but you didn’t–” “I cut you off.” Jamie ran his fingers through his hair, his mind going over the past two weeks and both of the times she had tried to explain, only to have him close the conversation down. Pav’s words came back to haunt him as he took in the two females huddled in a soggy-looking mess on the chair: Everyone’s fighting their own unique war, man.”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal

“He,” the little girl said, pointing in Jamie’s face and scrunching her nose, “stepped on Alan with his humongous feet.” Libby’s gaze dropped down to a now loosely held Alan, then moved up to Jamie’s face, and if anything she grew even paler. “She kicked me,” was all Jamie could think to say as he straightened up.”
― Susie Tate, Beg, Borrow or Steal