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4.02 AVERAGE
4.02 AVERAGE
hopeful
lighthearted
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
lighthearted
relaxing
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
entertaining for the moment, fast read
I enjoyed this book.
At first I didn’t like Wilder’s personality, but later on when he opened up about him , really loved
At first I didn’t like Wilder’s personality, but later on when he opened up about him , really loved
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
lighthearted
medium-paced
"Danny, I can't."
The line went silent.
I knew what was coming before he ever spoke the words. I'd been waiting fifteen years for them.
"I'm calling in my favor."
"You're welcome to stay here while you're in Montana."
Her eyebrows lifted. "Because you owe Danny a favor?"
Because I wanted to know her.
Because this woman was an enigma, and I'd always had a thing for puzzles.
"Goodnight, Wilder Abbott."
He spoke so quietly I almost missed him murmur, "Goodnight, Iris Monroe."
Sadie sat straighter, keeping her attention on her phone. "She's spending two months in Montana. Where do you think she is?"
My house. I grinned. If only they knew.
"I was worried when you weren't here."
"I was just in town. I didn't realize you were taking attendance, Mr. Abbott. I don't like reporting to anyone."
"I need..." I had no right to ask her for this, but for my own sanity, I was going to do it anyway. "Will you report to me? Please?"
Her shoulders fell as her expression softened. "Okay, babe."
"I'm pissed that you decided to go to Bozeman on a whim. I can't get enough of you and clearly, you have no problem walking away. When you could have told me about it and waited so I could go with you this weekend."
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Do not smile at me." I pointed at her nose.
She smiled.
Maybe it was the beer I'd had with dinner, but as we walked to where she'd parked the Bronco, I took Iris's hand in mine, just to see how it fit.
Perfectly. Too perfectly.
The best it had ever been.
That realization made me drop her hand. But ten seconds without and my palm felt too empty. So I picked it up again.
And held it the whole way home.
Could I stop? Did I want to stop?
Yes. An answer that scared the shit out of me. Because the place I wanted to stop was here. Calamity.
"You're different around Iris," Dad said, studying my face. "Lighter. Happier. And I don't just mean recently. You fit with her, better than you ever did with Amie."
In the end, it didn't matter what I wanted. If her wings took her flying to the other side of the world, then I'd find a way to grow wings of my own.
I'd miss Calamity like a limb, but if she wanted to travel the world, she'd have company.
Wilder's hand took mine, his finger touching my engagement ring. "Ready, Iris Monroe?"
To become his wife? More than ready. "Abbott," I corrected. "Iris Abbott."
The line went silent.
I knew what was coming before he ever spoke the words. I'd been waiting fifteen years for them.
"I'm calling in my favor."
"You're welcome to stay here while you're in Montana."
Her eyebrows lifted. "Because you owe Danny a favor?"
Because I wanted to know her.
Because this woman was an enigma, and I'd always had a thing for puzzles.
"Goodnight, Wilder Abbott."
He spoke so quietly I almost missed him murmur, "Goodnight, Iris Monroe."
Sadie sat straighter, keeping her attention on her phone. "She's spending two months in Montana. Where do you think she is?"
My house. I grinned. If only they knew.
"I was worried when you weren't here."
"I was just in town. I didn't realize you were taking attendance, Mr. Abbott. I don't like reporting to anyone."
"I need..." I had no right to ask her for this, but for my own sanity, I was going to do it anyway. "Will you report to me? Please?"
Her shoulders fell as her expression softened. "Okay, babe."
"I'm pissed that you decided to go to Bozeman on a whim. I can't get enough of you and clearly, you have no problem walking away. When you could have told me about it and waited so I could go with you this weekend."
A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Do not smile at me." I pointed at her nose.
She smiled.
Maybe it was the beer I'd had with dinner, but as we walked to where she'd parked the Bronco, I took Iris's hand in mine, just to see how it fit.
Perfectly. Too perfectly.
The best it had ever been.
That realization made me drop her hand. But ten seconds without and my palm felt too empty. So I picked it up again.
And held it the whole way home.
Could I stop? Did I want to stop?
Yes. An answer that scared the shit out of me. Because the place I wanted to stop was here. Calamity.
"You're different around Iris," Dad said, studying my face. "Lighter. Happier. And I don't just mean recently. You fit with her, better than you ever did with Amie."
In the end, it didn't matter what I wanted. If her wings took her flying to the other side of the world, then I'd find a way to grow wings of my own.
I'd miss Calamity like a limb, but if she wanted to travel the world, she'd have company.
Wilder's hand took mine, his finger touching my engagement ring. "Ready, Iris Monroe?"
To become his wife? More than ready. "Abbott," I corrected. "Iris Abbott."