No Small Bet Quotes

“Seeing a hawk is thought to be an extremely positive omen as they are often perceived as messengers from spiritual realms bringing tidings of good fortune.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“I pull back. “What happened to my cocky, confident guy?” “Well, let’s see, he had the nervous shits for two hours, then crippling anxiety for another three. Then he turned to tequila just so he could put on a suit and come here.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“Do you know how scared I was in the car today? I was trapped, not able to get out of the seatbelt. For a minute I couldn’t get to her. And I couldn’t breathe. Not because I was hurt, but because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I’d already lost you and if I lost her my life would have been over. And it only reinforced what I already knew; that I didn’t want to live another day without you. Both of you.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“The boy is in love, Heather. It’s a goddamn miracle.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“Tears come to my eyes. It’s only been hours, but I already miss her. And the truth is, I miss him. But I only miss the him I thought I knew before I found out his secret.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“I wanted to brush my teeth and… stuff.” “Stuff?” She shrugs. “I hadn’t shaved in days.” “Sweetheart, your legs could look like a woolly mammoth and I wouldn’t care.” Her chest rises and falls. “You like it when I call you that, don’t you?” I wink. “Sweetheart. Not woolly mammoth.” She giggles and walks toward me.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“The Addy I know is nobody’s doormat. The Addy I know is strong, independent, and capable, and doesn’t need a man to validate her existence.” “No, I don’t need him.” I sigh. “The problem is with how much I want him.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“All I could think of was you. Looking at you. Kissing you. Fighting with you. I mean, Jesus, why is fighting with you better than having sex with anyone else?”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“drop a second suitcase by the garage door. Hawk eyes it. “We’re not leaving for a month, just three days.” Pointing to the larger one, I explain, “Babies require a lot of stuff. You never know what she might need.” “She eats, sleeps, and shits. There’s not much to it.” “Says the man who hasn’t lifted a finger to take care of her. There’s a lot more to Rivi than that.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“You mean like you talked about. Poor Rivi.” “That’s not her name, Addy.” “Addy’s not my name, Hawk. You really think with a name like Rivington, nobody would shorten it?” His eyebrows slam together in a scowl. “Her name is Rivington. Not Rivi. Not Riv.” “You can’t dictate what I call her. And when she’s older, she’ll have her preference as well. Until then, you pretentious fool, I’ll call her whatever the hell I please. I can’t believe you did that to her. As if she doesn’t already have enough to overcome with a father like you.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“I get out of the car but she doesn’t. “Coming?” I ask. She rolls down the passenger window. “Did you not notice that your daughter isn’t in the car? Olivia is still at my mom’s, you blind moron.” “Olivia?” I mock a finger down my throat.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“Did you just call me a butthead? What are you, six?” “Sorry, would you prefer asshole?” I whisper the last word.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet

“She shakes her head. “I have my mom’s car. I’ll drive it home and have her bring me back.” I glance at the baby. “And leave me here with her? No.” “She’s sleeping. I’ll be gone less than an hour.” “You’re sure she won’t wake up?” “No, Hawk. I’m not sure. If she does, hold her. Put her on your lap while you watch TV. It’s not rocket science.”
― Samantha Christy, No Small Bet