Miranda Liasson

“How was it that the one man who could take their company down appeared to be the only one who believed in her?”

“They’d used sex instead of communication in the past, and it had turned out disastrously.”

“Because she did love him, and not from afar, not with the moony dreaminess she’d used as a crutch for so many years, but with a deep, aching tenderness she felt might just kill her.”

“She’d vowed to be braver and take more risks, but this seemed out of her league. Because sometimes what you wanted the most was the one thing you were most afraid to get.”

“Dear God, she was getting turned on in the middle of a roadside emergency. This had to stop.”

“It’s not over, Maddie. It’s still not over between us. We need to talk.”

“He wasn’t looking for a soulmate. That would require having a soul to share, and he’d sold his off long ago”

“Do you picture long nights making love by the fire and talking about everything and anything under the sun, and do you have the feeling that of anyone in the world, he just gets you? Like no other person in the world ever can?”

“What the hell are you doing with my underwear?” He kept his response flippant. “I don’t have this color in my collection.”

“Taking over Kingston Shoes would be the final string that would unravel and cut them off from one another for good.”

“He was making up a story, and she was buying into his bullshit. That was a recipe for disaster”