Cherish Noel

“My brows drop in confusion as I stare at the ninety-nine on Blake’s shirt. “You told me the other day that you were number thirteen.” “I loaned my jersey to the sub and borrowed an extra from work.” My lips morph into a frown. “So, whose number am I wearing?” “That would be mine.” There could be a thousand people chattering around me, and I’d still be able to pick out Walker’s amused voice. I slowly turn around and meet his smug smile. My peripheral picks up the number thirteen across his chest matching mine. Well, that backfired. “How nice of you to wear my number, Jane.” Oh, that smugness. I would slap it off his face, except it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After

“With a seven hundred dollar entrance fee to play in the tournament, we should come in with just over a hundred thousand dollars for the community pool, easily meeting our goal.”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After

“My dad steals a kiss from my mom as he passes her on the stage, and it’s like my life has come full circle. I’ve always wanted the kind of love my parents have. I’ve watched them my whole life, seen every cute hug on the beach, every glance across the room, every butt tap from my dad when she bent over to empty the dishwasher, every time they took care of each other, the times they chose to forgive, and the times they chose to be there for each other no matter what.”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After

“You came back?” I search his eyes, completely awed by the fact that he’s here, holding me in his arms. “Of course I came back. I love you, Jane.” My lips melt into a soft smile with a girlish laugh. “I love you too.” “Then we’ll figure everything else out.” “I’d love to figure everything else out.”
― Kortney Keisel, Summer Ever After