“What did you think I was?""A rude Hick.""Geez, blunt much?”

“So much, I think then. There is still so very much to lose.”

“So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.”

“Clara,” he says quietly. “I think it’s time you told me about what happened in Italy.”

“I can't stop thinking about how much better she'd be for him than I am.But I also kind of want to tear her hair out.”

“He’s giving it all back. I hate how much this hurts me, how much I’m clearly still hanging on to what we had.”

“How did you do that?” I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” “Uh-huh. So … you think this is your home? My barn? His tone is playful, but the look he’s giving me is dead serious. A question. “Haven’t you guessed by now?” I say, my heart hammering. “My home is you.”