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676 pages, Hardcover
First published September 6, 2011
"What do you and my brother find to talk about? Or for that matter, what did you find to write about for so many years?"Mixed in with his unhappiness with Comfort’s feelings for Bram is his frustration with his brother. Again and again he’s forced to bail him out of scrapes, yet Bram never internalizes the wrong he has committed. It’s a vicious cycle that Bram always seems to come out on top in. Despite his surprise and unhappiness when he learns of Bram and Comfort’s engagement, Bode refuses to believe it’s too late. He’s determined to finally make Comfort see him.
"When you ask that question, I can never tell if it's your brother you mean to insult, or me."
"Bram cannot be insulted."
"...but I don't know what else we could have done, since you're about as necessary as gravy is to biscuits."This is a very character driven romance. There are outside influences making trouble for them, but the main focus is of the book is on Comfort and Bode and their ever deepening relationship. Watching them fall in love was absolutely lovely. I love the way Goodman writes her characters and their interactions together. You won’t find the hero and heroine thinking perfectly obvious things just to make sure that we, the reader, are clear on that fact. The characters and their emotions are subtle. You have to watch and pay attention to follow the clues of their slow fall into love. You’ll know it before they ever end up saying it to each other, because their actions show it so well.
"As gravy is to biscuits?" Newt said before Comfort could comment. "That's the best you can do?"
Tuck shrugged. "You try to say something pretty."
"You're as necessary as sunshine is to flowers."
Tuck snorted. "Now you're sayin' we're flowers. If I had my druthers, I'd druther be a biscuit."
"And I'd druther be a tea cart, but that's not going to happen."
"A tea cart? Now what kind of fool thing is that to say?
He held her gaze, and Comfort didn't look away; she didn't want to. His eyes no longer reflected the violet-blue spark of light glancing off steel. What she saw were deep, warm pools that invited her to stir their perfect stillness.
Without quite knowing why, she accepted their invitation. She raised her head. Her lips parted. She waited.
She understood what she hadn't in the moment before he touched her mouth with his.
Bode's eyes had been the calm before the storm.