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“Is this 12B? This is going to be fun!” The British accent cut through the air like a wire cutter through clay. It sliced into me and my peaceful serenity that I had created. “No, no, no, no,” I said, a little too emphatically. “No, this isn’t 12B or no, this isn't going to be fun?” “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Understanding is the bridge between two minds; love is the bridge between two souls.”

“Ah, like how Sharon Parker’s bra kind of found its way into your locker?” He leaned in, resting his elbows on the table. “Are you going to constantly bring these things up the entire time we’re dating?” “Sorry. Just using my prior knowledge to try and gauge what kind of fake boyfriend you’re going to make.” “Well, if your bitterness is any indication of the kind of fake girlfriend you’re going to be, I won’t hold my breath for you to fake put out.”

“There are many fish in the sea, but never let a good one swim away.”

“If you want the most beautiful fish in the sea, make sure you have the most appealing bait.”

“So what if people had accused him of awful things? Until she learned otherwise, Eliana was going to treat him as if he was innocent. Maybe he was self-centered and spoiled, but that didn't take away from one simple truth. He was capable of being hurt, just like anybody else. And what could hurt more than being painted out as a monster?”

“You must remember also that He would never make any mistake in creating you. No matter what harsh and hateful words have been said to you, no matter the wrong actions against you, those opinions are not valid. The only valid opinion in which we can place true merit is that of God, and ultimately, your own.--Olivia Worthington of River Oaks Plantation”

“She could not hear the reply of the Lord in the soft moonlight beams He had hung in the heavens...beams that filtered through the creamy lace curtain panels and caressed her cheek. Nor did she hear the Lord's encouragement in the stars that lit up the night sky. She could hear no reply at all that night.”

“When love invades your life, it captures your heart, imprisons your mind, and frees your soul.”

“A kiss is the easiest thing to throw at someone because its weight is love.”

“What would you do if it were you at the crossroads?" "That depends on what each one offered," Emma mused. "You got any ideas?" "One road is the path that everyone else tells you that you'll do great on, but you lose everyone in your life that matters; and the other is you spending your life the way you always wanted to... like riding on a Tilt-a-Whirl with the greatest friends you could ask for, no matter how much it made you want to hurl." "You did come close to chucking out your guts, didn't you?" Emma grinned. "Me?" Arnold smiled back. "I was talking about you." "Okay, so it's all about me now, huh?" "Oh, definitely," Arnold chuckled, "it always will be.”

“Well, you found me," I said. "I guess you're going to call and report me to Mr. Louis now..." "Eventually," she said, "but first I wanted to tell you that I know how you feel... if you'll stop being a total jerk for two seconds. Can you?" "I don't know," I told her. "My longest period of not being a jerk is only one second, two might be stretching it, but I'll try my best.”

“You didn't let me finish," said Julie. "It's weird... because I love you too." Tears poured down Julie's face. "I never told you this, though, since ― since I haven't felt loved in such a long time! The more that I wish it wasn't real, the more I know it is, and it terrifies me as nothing has ever done before." Jason walked closer to Julie and grasped her hand. "I am not your father, Julie, I would never hurt you." Jason leaned in closer to Julie, so close that it seemed as if their hearts were beating as one, their lips slowly meeting in a passionate kiss. Jason wiped the tears off Julie's snow-white cheeks, which now had the faintest trace of red. As they slowly moved apart, Julie grinned despite herself. "I just wanted you to know where I stand with us," said Jason. "But if you need time to think about... well... I'll be waiting.”

“They both leaned in then, lips meeting in the middle. Their arms wrapped around each other’s bodies. But this time, the kiss was sweeter somehow. Less hungry. It was a kiss that felt like something shared between two people who had been together for years. Yet, those two people never tired of the feeling of a simple kiss.”

“Did you even check if it’s a load-bearing wall?” Clara asked, eyes wide, still in shock. “A what?” “You’re kidding. He’s kidding. You have got to be kidding!” Clara realized she might be losing it. Which was not the best thing to do when facing a man holding a sledgehammer, but come on.”

“With the way Bertha can cook and her good-natured personality, she’ll be married in no time. We’ll see to it!” She cast a speculative glance around. “Why I see ten available men within a hundred feet of us. ... Bertha will manage just fine…“ I hope.”

“I particularly want you to meet Miss Bucholtz.” The very idea made him uneasy. “Why is that, Ma’am?” he bluntly asked. Mrs. Morgan hesitated. “Keep this under your hat, mind you.” “Yes, Ma’am.” She let out a tired sigh. “I’ve brought Miss Bucholtz to replace Mr. Gabellini.” Howie pictured a dried up old spinster with the same commanding presence as Mrs. Morgan, a real battle-axe. “Fireworks are coming. Are you sure a woman is the right, uh, person for the job?” “Bertha Bucholz is one of the best cooks I know. I guarantee by this time next month, you men will all be sporting five extra pounds.”

“Don’t be sorry, Darlin’”, he said in his best cowboy drawl, “for I’m certainly not. It’s not every day a man like me gets to assist such a pretty lady. Any time you need help in or out of a wagon, you just give me a holler” he said in a teasing tone, “I’ll be right there, hoping you’ll fall in my arms again.”

“Howie rose and smiled down at her. “I just eat what’s put before me without being picky. I know everything you make will make my tastebuds bless the day you set foot in Morgan’s Crossing” he drawled, waiting to see the adorable look of confusion that crossed her face when he flirted. Bertha lowered her gaze and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Only your tastebuds?”

“Howie brought her hand to his lips. “You stepped in front of me,” he said in wonder. “I didn’t need you to. I can handle Prudence Morgan.” “But you didn’t.” She tapped his chest. “You stayed quiet for the longest time before responding.” “Quiet is how I handle difficult people….” “You don’t handle me that way.” Her voice came out sounding breathless. Howie slipped his arms around her. “If it were up to me, this is how I’d handle you.” Butterflies danced in her stomach. Not a fearful battering of wings, but a sparkling mating flight, making her heart soar into her throat. “Why isn’t it up to you?”

“Mrs. Baxter gave his mother a look of disbelief. "So you are saying I should accept these gifts because doing so makes Mr. Livingston more lively?" The image came to him of his uncle doing a jig, and Ben burst out laughing. Everyone turned to stare at him. Ben scrambled for something to say, for he didn't think the jig image would go over well with his uncle. Then he remembered the text from Sunday's sermon. "Well, Reverend Norton says that. 'It's more blessed to give than to receive.' So you're making sure he's blessed, Mrs. Baxter.”