Iโve lost someone, too. And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.
Lisa KleypasHaven, don't ask me to define the boundaries of normal. You know how I was raised. My father once struck strands of his own pubic hair onto a painting and sold it for a million dollars.
Lisa KleypasI've never been convinced that everything in a relationship needs to be talked about. Some things can't be fixed by a conversation
Lisa KleypasWant to try it?" Dad offered, patting the arm of the chair. "Fifteen different kinds of massage. It analyzes your back muscles and makes recommendations. It also grabs and stretches the thigh and calf muscles." "No, thanks. I prefer my furniture to keep its hands to itself.
Lisa KleypasBut Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, youโd still say it wasnโt enough time.โ โYouโre right. I canโt think of a single day of my life that wouldnโt have been improved with you in it.โ โDarling,โ she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, โthatโs lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts.โ Harry nipped at her finger. โAre you mocking me?โ โNot at all,โ Poppy said, smiling. โI know how you feel about gears and mechanisms.
Lisa Kleypas