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“Well, Magic 8 Ball, what do you think? Should I tell my best friend I love her?”
― Sarah Adams, The Cheat Sheet

“I’m not an amateur, so I grab the mixing bowl full of brownie batter and make a break for it. Except…I’m not moving. My socked feet are gliding on the hardwood but going absolutely nowhere. Who put a treadmill in this floor?!
I look over my shoulder and see Nathan has the back of my shirt pinched between his fingers. And now I’m being slid backward, closer to him. That large hand reaches over my shoulder, and I watch it dip—his whole entire hand—into the bowl of brownie mix I’m clutching tightly in front of me. There’s nothing for me to do but close my eyes as he slowly presses a blob of sticky batter onto the right side of my face. Hair and all. That’s going to be fun to get out.
Can I just say, this is the weirdest, slowest food fight anyone has ever witnessed? And oddly, it’s making me super hot and tingly.
I spin around to face him, and it’s my turn now. I take a dip of batter then smear it across both of his eyebrows. He looks like Eugene Levy now, and I have to press my fist to my mouth to keep from laughing. With a subtle grin, he loads up his finger then uses the batter to paint brown lipstick across my lips—really…freaking…slowly.
Oh.”
― Sarah Adams, The Cheat Sheet

“If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Monty exhales a contented sigh. “Just know that I loved her first.”  I nod. “And I’ll love her always.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“If you’re going to start coming to my games, I better see Rhodes on your back and I’m not talking about my brother.”  “Is this some athlete kink you got? Need to see a girl in your jersey?” The old flirty side of me that I’ve kept hidden and locked down for the most part since Max came into my life is itching to break free.  I pop my shoulders. “I like to see pretty girls in my jersey. Like to take it off them too.”  Miller’s lips part, a shocked and satisfied grin lifting on the corners. “Well, with that kind of promise, I’ll be sure to wear it next time.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“I’m telling you this, not as her dad but as your friend. She will leave when the summer is over. I love my daughter to death, but she’s a runner and the last thing she wants is to get caught.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“She sounds cute.”  She is cute. In the same way a tornado is cute. Or a pack of starved lions. Super cute.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Pressure is a privilege, Miller. Expectations are high because you’re successful. If you were average, no one would be waiting on bated breath for you. I think about that every night I take the mound. You just have to decide if your dreams and goals are worth the pressure. If you want to live up to the expectations set for you.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Do you love her?”
“I do. Very much so.”

“She might break your heart.”
“I’ll love her anyway.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“He looks right at her, his icy blues boring into her, and there’s absolutely no misunderstanding when he says, “Mmm . . . Mama.” Miller’s face falls. “What did you say?” “Mama.” Max grins, so proud of himself for saying a name I now realize he’s been trying to say for weeks. “Mama! Mama!”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Find your passion, Miller. Find what makes you excited to get up every morning and if it's not this, walk away."
Well, fuck me, am I that obvious?
"This is what I'm good at."
"Oh, you're fucking brilliant at it. But you know what's better than being the best at something you don't love? Being mediocre at something you do.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“There are other avenues in life that are equally great and impressive. You don't need everyone to know your name for it to mean you're doing something great with your life. Trust me, when the right person knows your name, it's enough." He nudges his shoudler into me. "Or in your case when the right people know your name. Two to be exact. Kai and Max.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“With my name on her back and my son in her arms, Miller stands in the center of the field, looking like mine.  She should be mine. Ours.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“How the hell am I supposed to forget what her laugh sounds like? What her lips taste like?  I want her. Fuck, do I want her.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Wrapping an arm over her shoulders, I kiss her head. “You are the most jealous woman I’ve ever met. You know that?” Her head jerks back. “You’ve met other women?”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“You think this is funny, kid? Your dad is making me go gray.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Stop being so dang cute all the time so I can yell at your dad every once in a while.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“And Ace,” he calls out. “Keep your dick in your pants. We all know how fucking fertile you are, and I’m too young and too goddamn attractive for someone to be calling me Grandpa.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Mmm,” he hums. “What, Bug?” He points to the door again. “Mmm.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“You’ve got a cute kid.”  You’ve got a cute everything, is what I want to say in response.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Loving you was two other surprises of my life.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Miller Montgomery.” A smirk lifts. “Are you jealous?”  She shakes her head to tell me no.  “Little liar.” “Shh,” she hushes, burrowing against my chest. “I’m sleeping.”  I can’t stop the grin from spreading on my lips. Miller Montgomery is jealous, which feels like the opposite of a no-strings-attached kind of emotion.  ”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Hmm?” “I’m from Texas. Austin, to be specific.”  It’s something so small. Such a minuscule fact in the grand scheme of it all, but hearing Kai willingly share information beyond his son’s favorite snack or sleep routine holds a weight I didn’t expect. “Country boy, huh?” The mental picture of him in Wranglers, much in the way he wears his baseball pants, is doing all sorts of things to my imagination.  “Miller.” “Hmm?” “You’re sexualizing me in your mind right now, aren’t you?” “Absolutely.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Kai brings his son’s hand to his lips, peppering kisses on his palm, finally pulling a sweet giggle from the typically happy boy.  I’ve never thought about having kids before, but I’d be shocked to find a woman whose ovaries aren’t doing all sorts of cartwheels watching Kai Rhodes know exactly what to do to make his son feel better.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“He’s got a backwards hat on, dark-rimmed glasses, and a toddler in his arms with a matching cap for goodness’ sake.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“I make her my problem.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“So, she is hot? I didn’t actually know that. I was manifesting.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Now that the adrenaline is settling, my chest physically aches because of this woman. She’s too good to us, too good to me.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up