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Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin (Love Clichés, #1) Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin by Emma St. Clair
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“My tone is light, but my inner voice is saying things like, Marry me. How many children should we have? I prefer sapphires and emeralds to diamonds.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“He laughs again, and I think that I need to secretly record the sound. I could probably play it for plants and make flowers bloom, even on non-flowering varieties. It's that magical.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“After celebrating any of our successes, she would always hug us and tell us that we did a great job, and now it was time to dream bigger.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“I turn away, not bothering to say goodbye as Gavin leaves my small office. If he thinks I’m rude, that’s fine. Better he think I hate him than know the truth: I’ve fallen head over heels for my boss.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“Loss is like that though. Even all these years later, sometimes the pain of it is like a sudden slap in the face.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“My mother would be proud of how hard I'm working to be the gentleman she always impressed upon me to be. I can still remember one conversation in particular, just before she died, when she said, "Women are a treasure. A gift. What do you do with treasure?"
"Hoard it?" I'd asked, being a snarky fifteen-year-old.
Mom smacked me on the arm, but she was smiling. "No Smaug. You protect it. You guard it. You always remember its value."
I don't know if Zoey got similar talks but for girls. Maybe Mom taught her to value herself or to watch out for greedy dragons trying to hoard woman.
Abby is a treasure, and she grows more valuable in y eyes every moment I'm with her.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin
“Women are a treasure. A gift. What do you do with treasure?” “Hoard it?” I’d asked, being a snarky fifteen-year-old. Mom had smacked me on the arm, but she was smiling. “No, Smaug. You protect it. You guard it. You always remember its value.”
Emma St. Clair, Falling for Your Best Friend's Twin