“Don't go chasin'waterfalls,stIck to the rivers and lakes that you're used to”
“We can’t choose our poetic fathers any more than our biological ones — but we can choose how to come to terms with them.”
“Jason shrugged and turned away, the kids trailing after him. "I sincerely hope," he told them quietly, "that you learned a little something about the dangers of wandering around in the park on Halloween....”
“It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.”
“Hey, Megan?"She peeked one lid open. "Hmm?""Can we have ice cream for breakfast?"Her mouth curved into a grin. She couldn't think of anyone, save maybe Kate, who could draw a smile from her so quickly. But he was just unexpectedly adorable. "Maybe. If you're a good boy." She cringed. Why the hell did she say that? Was she...flirting with him? Restraining a grimace, she chanced a look at him. His dark gaze shifted from playful to scorching. "And what would that entail?"Heat shot through her body, and unfamiliar desire pooled in her belly. Flustered, she kicked off the top cover. "Not asking questions like that, to start. Now go back to sleep. It's too damn early to be awake."She heaved a deep breath to calm her racing heart ."if you say so." Even with his eyes closed, a smile continued to play around his lips.”
“Owen scooped up a mound of cereal. "Box said they were magically delicious." He cleared his spoon with a big bite."Well, they're definitely delicious, but only you are both magical and delicious." She leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.”