You were honest and hardworking and kind. You were polite and patient and more mature than any guy I’d dated before. And when we were together, you listened in a way that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. You made me feel complete and spending time with you just seemed right.

I don't write romance novels.

Libraries are places that house our dreams, our fantasies, our thirst for adventure.

She turned the key, never taking her eyes from him.

She was getting used to his rhythms and his moods, recognizing the quiet signals that telegraphed who he was. Good and bad, strengths and faults, he was hers forever. As she pulled into the driveway, she spotted Logan coming down the steps from the house, and she waved. She was his forever, too—imperfect as she was. Take it or leave it, she thought. She was who she was. As Logan walked toward her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.

Henry nodded, thinking, 'If you were any more whipped, little brother, they'd serve you on ice cream.

Everyone makes mistakes, even if some are worse than others. Accidents happen.