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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 19, 2022
To be honest neither of the main characters were likeable enough... Colby was OK, as Rip said hot mess but I didn't get the feeling, she was a normal chick, nothing special.
Rip on the other hand acted like a major jerk in the beginning - arrogant and stuck-up, so I didn't feel the sudden "Oh, I actually loved you since the beginning" crap. He absolutely didn't give me the "responsible guy" vibes.
The plot would be exciting if only it didn't exist already in people's minds. The book is way too similar to the Life as We Know It movie with Katherine Heigl, and I believe that was the main inspiration.
One thing I had already learned was that you had to hold on to the moments— even the ones that drove you crazy. Because you never knew how long you had to enjoy them.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” Colby whispered, reading my mind as I tried to fight back the tears that were always threatening, along with the tight feeling in my throat that refused to go away.
My ovaries did a little jump at how good he was with children. I mean, he could be Satan to me any day, but the way he loved those kids, it almost made me forget how horrible he was.
Almost.
“Hey, Rip,” I said.
“Yeah.” He was still staring down into the amber liquid.
“Do you hate me?”
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. Just stared into his drink and whispered, “I wish I could.”
I tried not to let air get caught in my throat, just like I tried not to read into any of it, which was basically impossible. But before I could say anything, he was carrying Viera upstairs. And while I wrangled a cat, cleaned up poop, and helped Ben put away groceries, my heart held out a little bit more hope that maybe...
Maybe we were going to be OK.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “What do you guys talk about?”
He shrugged. “Dumb stuff like how Stu’s doing, Viera’s dolls, my spelling tests, the time you got kicked out of my jujitsu match—”
I shot a glare at Colby when she snorted behind her hand.
“Oh, and how I pray every night for you and Aunt Colby to get married so we can be a family again.”
Colby froze.
“You’ll pay for that,” he said under his breath.
“Promise?” I called over my shoulder.
His eyes burned into mine.
It was our perfect moment, the one that defined the rest of our lives, I felt it in my soul.