The things you didn’t receive added value to your life, the same as did the things you received. Life had holes. Life was still beautiful.
She’d been hired to protect him. But he’d come to a place where he’d do anything, give anything, risk anything to protect her.
Reason number five hundred why it was advisable to have oneself for a boss: Even when you hadn’t earned it, you could still treat yourself to a coffee break.
For me, you’re perfect just the way you are, and nothing you do or don’t do is ever going to change that.
Faith is moving ahead in obedience, dear. Just moving ahead one step at a time, trusting Him, until He shows you what’s next. He’ll make it clear to you eventually. Sure as anything.
He was serious and introverted, with a dry sense of humor you’d never be treated to unless you’d gained his hard-won friendship – or happened to be standing next to him when he murmured something funny under his breath.
She’d flown bareback across wide-open Texas land. She’d once shot a charging boar and never flinched. She’d put her life at risk for her country without a complaint. She was not a weakling.
There could be no more welcome sight in the life of a single woman than that of a hunk with a dish towel over his shoulder bringing you a cupcake.
Corbin was about as trustworthy as a toddler with a permanent marker.
Britt’s frequent romances always took off like rockets propelled by promise and power and star-crossed destiny. Then, a few months in, they all fizzled like a Tesla fifty miles from the nearest charging station.
He only wanted her. There wasn’t enough real estate in his heart for anyone but her.
He frowned back. He wasn’t a charity case. Nor was he a man whose mind was easily changed. Redheaded librarians who used big words didn’t scare him.
I called them,” Dru said, “after the first ten minutes of knocking on your door. I figured I might need them to smooth things over if I had to shoot my way inside.
When Willow took the long view of her dad’s story, she could see plainly how God had taken her dad’s failures and sorrows and created something beautiful out of them. Why was it so hard for her to accept that God could do the same for her? Was her faith too small? Or was her regret too big? Perhaps her regret was so big that it had kept her faith small these past four years.
Where did you and your brother get your weapons from?” Meg asked Bo. “Our cars.” “You drive around with handguns and shotguns in your cars?” Bo slanted a look down at her, humor in his eyes. “We’re hicks from a small town in Texas. ‘Course we do.” She shook her head. “Wait till you see the arsenal I’ll be driving around with from now on.
The more I search the world, the more certain I am that the person I love the most is right where I began. Everything I truly want can be found in my own hometown.
He had loved her for so, so long. He was hers. There was no changing his course, no getting over her, no moving on.
It really wasn’t fair that Matt should be so gorgeous. I mean, really. It was just wrong. Nice-looking was one thing. But over the top beautiful?
For the second time today, someone had made him his favorite. But only one woman had gotten it right. Chicken-fried steak had been his favorite years ago. His tastes had changed.
She was bookish! She had no experience holding eye contact with Navy SEALs. All the practice she’d put in with Mr. Darcy and Rochester and Adolphus didn’t seem to be holding her in good stead.