Without a doubt... the worst part of being a single woman was having to take care of your own car.

Did you fall in love with her?" "I care about her. A lot." "You're not supposed to marry someone if you don't fall in love with her." "Well, love is a choice, too." Holly shook her head. "I think it's something that happens to you." Mark smiled into her small, earnest face. "Maybe it's both," he said, and tucked her in.

I think at this point, safety isn't a feeling, it's a process. Starting with trust.

It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.

Sometimes a simple question could have a complicated answer.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.