“And my bleak heart became a little more his.”

“Filming wraps up next week, then I’m officially retiring my fangs.”“Girls’ hearts will be shattered.”He tipped up my chin, and his steady gaze locked on mine.“I’m only worried about one girl’s heart.” Oh. My”

“Bella,leave the aggressive stuff to me." My heart quirks in my chest. I may not like this guy but that sounded so hot. "Um..." Focus,focus. "What?”

“Make me proud my little first-grader" he said, fist pumping robbie "and, remember rule number one above all""Right" he replies "don't talk politics”

“What is it you want, Finley Sinclair?"Some peace. Some healing. To hear God's voice again.I wanted to find my brother's Ireland. To put it into song.And I wanted my heart back."I'll know it when I find it." I looked past Beckett and into the night sky. "Or when it finds me.”

“The least you could do is offer a little conversation.” Beckett dodged a pothole, keeping his eyes on the road.“You want me to talk?”“It would be the polite thing to do.”“Okay. Let’s talk.”“Any topic will be fine.”“I’m going to sit here and silently think of one. Might take a while.”

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."Words written in red, circled by Will. And lived."Jesus, I’ve listened to the lies too long. They’ve filled my head and led me on a long chase of things that don’t matter. I bought into what Satan was feeding me until barely recognized my own face in the mirror. It took Will’s death and Lucy’s leaving to show me where my priorities should be.I want to live for you.I just . . . want to live.”