Meg

“Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“She seemed pissed about something, but I ignored it. She probably just wasn’t a morning person. Although with that logic, she wasn’t really an afternoon or night person, either. Come to think of it, she was kind of a cranky bitch . . . and I liked it.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“You think.. you think if maybe you focused on all the bullshit you had to endure with her, that'd make it easier?"
I sighed. "I've tried. I keep coming back to the same thought."
"What's that?"
"Now that it's over, I wish I could have all the bad stuff back... just so I could have the good.”
― Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster

“Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.”
― Sylvia Day, Entwined with You