Juniper Hill Devney Perry Quotes

I’m not the kind of man who gives up what’s good. And we’re good. We’re fucking good, honey.

Standing on your own doesn't mean you have to be alone. There's a difference.

I'm going to take them. I'm going to take all your bests. Every damn one until you cant keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you'll need a hundred to capture them all. Promise. I swear it.

In that mess, there was passion. In that passion, we were perfect.

I want a big, chaotic family to fill the house. I want to step on toys in the middle of the night. I want to break apart fight and bandage up skinned knees. I want the mess. I want the passion. I want to watch you grow our kids.

I cook for you because it’s how I show someone I care. I cook for you because I love the look on your face after that first bite. I cook for you because I’d rather cook for you than anyone else.” “What?” My jaw dropped. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you, woman.” My mouth was still open. Which suited Knox just fine. Because he raised his hands, framed my face. Then sealed his lips over mine.

You are... you are a dream, I gave up on those.

Passion comes from the mess, Memphis.

I cook for you because it’s how I show someone I care. I cook for you because I love the look on your face after that first bite. I cook for you because I’d rather cook for you than anyone else.

If we tried this and it didn’t work, you’d lose him.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “I know what’s on the line, Memphis. But I’m standing here anyway.

Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” I stepped closer, fitting my hand to her jaw. “Like you need to be kissed.

I didn’t like to see Drake cry. But Memphis? It was like getting the wind knocked out of me.

Touch her again and they’ll never find your body.

But I'm not the kind of man who gives up what's good. And we are good. We are fucking good, honey.

But forevers were for dreamers

What else do you want. You.

Maybe I’d lost my shine, but I was a better person without it.

I didn’t like having people in my kitchen. Even Mom and Lyla knew not to intrude when they came over. For Memphis, I’d make an exception.

I don't want to be your mistake. Those words held so much pain. So much weight. Shed been someone elses mistake.

Motherhood, I’d learned in the past two months, was nothing more than a ritual of second-guessing yourself.

I’d killed that version of myself. I’d stabbed her to death with the shards of a broken heart.

Maybe motherhood wasn’t always being the person your child leaned on, but finding the person they needed when you weren’t enough.

Beyond the windows, the snowstorm raged. Here, us, together, we were ablaze.

Knox was a good man. He was as reliable as the sunrise. As breathtaking as the Montana sunsets. He was the type of person I wanted Drake to become.

He had a treasure, a pure gold treasure, and rather than cherish her, he did used her for his own greed.

When you lived with sharks, you marked the days when a life raft came floating your way.

Then here’s another truth. I’m going to take them. I’m going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can’t keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you’ll need a hundred to capture them all.

Then here’s another truth. I’m going to take them. I’m going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can’t keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you’ll need a hundred to capture them all.” “Promise?” I whispered. “I swear it.

Another tear, one that she hadn’t been able to dry, dripped down her cheek. I didn’t like to see Drake cry. But Memphis? It was like getting the wind knocked out of me. “Hey.” I went to her side and fit my hand to her elbow. “What happened, honey?” “I just . . .” Her shoulders sagged. “I had a bad day.

Memphis? My Memphis?” She arched her eyebrows. “Your Memphis?

Headache, Knox?" Skip asked. "Yeah." Her name was Memphis Ward.

You are . . . you are a dream,” he breathed. “I gave up on those.” My breath hitched. “So did I.

You are . . . you are a dream,” he breathed. “I gave up on those.

I know what’s on the line, Memphis. But I’m standing here anyway.

That tiny cry was like a dagger to my heart. It was the sound of a dream lost. The sound of a family gone.

Passion comes from the mess, Memphis.” He threaded his hands into my hair. “So does everything lasting.

His mess. In that mess, there was passion. In that passion, we were perfect.

How long could a person hold on the end of their rope before their grip slipped?

Knox was more tempting than any meal. More dangerous than the knife in his grasp.

Memphis was a sweet temptation and a sinful craving

I craved her, more than id ever craved anyone in a long, long time. And that scared the hell out of me.

A kiss to change a life. Or destroy one.

Mateo hadn’t come out and said it, but I got the impression he’d felt like a shadow here. He needed space and time to find his passion. Maybe it was flying. I only hoped that one day, his wings would lead him home.

I'm going to take them. I'm going to take all your bests. Every damn one until you cant keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you'll need a hundred to capture them all. Promise. I swear it

He strode toward me, taking my face in his hands. “Then here’s another truth. I’m going to take them. I’m going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can’t keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you’ll need a hundred to capture them all.

Is that what you think? That I cook for you because you can’t cook for yourself?” “Well . . . yes.” He scoffed, turning his head to the ceiling. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he muttered something. Then he faced me again, taking a long step forward to crowd my space. “I cook for you because it’s how I show someone I care. I cook for you because I love the look on your face after that first bite. I cook for you because I’d rather cook for you than anyone else.” “What?” My jaw dropped. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you, woman.” My mouth was still open. Which suited Knox just fine. Because he raised his hands, framed my face. Then sealed his lips over mine.

A bird chirped

It’s just the truth.” He strode toward me, taking my face in his hands. “Then here’s another truth. I’m going to take them. I’m going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can’t keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you’ll need a hundred to capture them all.” “Promise?” I whispered. “I swear it.

I had the best parents in the world. They let us fail when we needed to fail. They gave us a hand when it was clear we couldn’t get back up on our own two feet. They loved us unconditionally. They’d given us every advantage possible.

She closed her eyes and peppered Drake’s forehead with kisses. His fussing stopped almost immediately. How could she not see how much she settled him? Yeah, maybe they struggled at one in the morning. But that kid needed her like she needed him. Those two were destined to be together. Watching them was like intruding on a ritual, a moment that they had each day, coming home and finding peace together.

That tiny cry was like a dagger to my heart.

Passion comes from the mess,

You are mine. Drake is mine. For all of your todays and each of your tomorrows.

The tendrils of her hair swished against her waist.

I'm going to take all of your bests. Every damn one until you can't keep track of the top five anymore because there are so many bests that you'll need a hundred to capture them all.

Memphis was honest about her doubts. With Drake. With me. She told me how much she missed her confidence, but it was there. It had always been there. A woman without a backbone of steel wouldn’t have moved across the country. She wouldn’t have hit the reset button on her life. One of these days, she’d realize it too. Until then, I’d cover the gap.

I want a big, chaotic family to fill this house. I want to step on toys in the middle of the night. I want to break apart fights and bandage up skinned knees. I want the mess. I want the passion. I want to watch you grow our kids.” In his piercing blue eyes, I saw that future. It was full of best days. It was full of love for the man who’d stolen my heart. “Promise?” Knox grinned. “I swear it.

Why’d she move all the way to Montana from New York?” And why had she taken that drive alone? That wasn’t a safe trip, especially with an infant. She should have had help. How did an educated, gorgeous woman end up traveling across the country alone with a baby and what seemed like every one of her possessions stuffed into a Volvo?

My siblings drove me bat-shit crazy, but I couldn’t imagine life without them.

It’s been a long time since anyone has cooked for me.” Memphis scooped a spoonful of my fresh pico, readying her next bite. “Unless you count Ronald McDonald.

Not everything about today was bad, was it?” I asked Drake as Knox strode out of his bedroom. “At least we’ve got a great view.

If it was just Memphis, I would have kissed her weeks ago and never stopped. But the baby . . . that baby changed everything.

Her entire body sagged. “I don’t want to be your mistake.” Those words held so much pain. So much weight. She’d been someone else’s mistake.

Yesterday, I told you about the hardest part of my life. I told you about my first-worst day. I told you about the woman who destroyed me. I’m not asking you to tell me about Drake’s father. But I’m promising you that if you want to give me that trust, I won’t betray it.

Drake’s crying stopped by the time we hit the highway. And that’s when mine started. I was so tired. Mentally. Physically. But mostly, I was tired of being alone.

Eloise knew it was off-limits. Except my wonderfully annoying sister seemed intent on forcing Memphis into every aspect of my life. Wasn’t my home enough? Now my kitchen?

In another life, another world, I’d chase a woman like Memphis. But I’d spent the last five years in reality. She was a hotel employee. My temporary tenant. Nothing more. Memphis Ward was none of my damn business.

Here, baby.” I ran the plastic across his mouth, hoping he’d take it. He sucked on it for a second, and for that second, the loft was so quiet I could actually hear my own thoughts. Then the binky went sailing to the floor and if babies could talk, he would have told me to shove that plastic nipple imposter up my ass.

He raised his hands and I tensed, sure that if he kissed me again, I’d crumble. But he didn’t cup my face and lean in like he had on Halloween. He rested the heel of his palms on my cheekbones so that his fingers could rub small circles on my temples. It was heaven. And hell.

All my life, the women in my family had been at the mercy of the men who kept them. My mother. My grandmother. My sister. I’d broken that cycle by coming to Montana.

Memphis’s face was in the glass next, her brown eyes wide and swimming with tears. She looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful. Except tonight she looked to be hanging on by her last thread.

I hoped it had been worth it. Because there was no way I was going back. Forward steps only, from now on. The city was a memory.

Who was he? Did he live here? Did it matter?

Maybe her kid’s crying hadn’t been keeping me from sleep. Maybe it was the woman herself, haunting my dreams.

Yeah.” Maybe motherhood wasn’t always being the person your child leaned on, but finding the person they needed when you weren’t enough.

My family was supposed to be there for me, but on the first-worst day of my life, they let me down. So I’ve let them go.

That was the day Old Memphis had died. Because she’d realized that the life she’d lived was so shallow that not a single person had come to simply hold her hand. No family. No friends.

I just . . . damn it, I missed her. I missed the sweet scent of her perfume. I missed her soft whisper. I missed the way she’d duck her chin to hide a blush.

Memphis and Drake had brought life to my home. Laughter and noise that I hadn’t even realized I’d wanted.

Hey.” The deep rumble of his voice sent a rush of shivers down my spine. Hell. This was the problem with that line. Every time he was around, I wanted to cross it.

Fuck me. Why her? Why had Eloise put a woman like Memphis on my property? Why couldn’t she have found me a fifty-seven-year-old retiree named Barb who taught swimming lessons at the community center?

Let me make this clear. You are mine. Drake is mine. For all of your todays and each of your tomorrows. Mine.

Because he wakes up before dawn,” Griffin muttered, pulling out a stool. “My boy’s a morning kid.” “Not mine.” Knox pulled out the stool beside his brother. “Mine’s a night owl.

Your family is . . .” I looked at him through the mirror. “It’s beautiful. It’s so beautiful I couldn’t breathe.

Tell you what . . . if you catch Jill gossiping again or she does something to piss you off once more, we tell her to fuck off. Deal?” “Deal.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Headache, Knox?” Skip asked. “Yeah.” Her name was Memphis Ward.

Old Memphis was dead. I’d killed that version of myself. I’d stabbed her to death with the shards of a broken heart.

A low pulse bloomed in my core. There was always a rush where Knox was concerned but this was a curl, like thread wrapping around a spool, winding tighter and tighter with every turn. Knox was more tempting than any meal. More dangerous than the knife in his grasp.

that mess, there was passion. In that passion, we were perfect.

If I was going to make it to that one day, it would require sacrifices like blue box mac ’n’ cheese and ramen noodles.

My son would not be spoiled. I would teach him how to work hard. How to fight for a life on his own terms.