Jeanette Murray

He gave her a disbelieving look. Frankly, as she put it in the cart with resolute faith, she was doubtful herself. She’d much rather go back and grab two boxes of those snack cakes herself. Healthy eating was so not her thing. Oh, sure, she pinned healthy food on Pinterest... because they always managed to make it look appealing in the photos. It never was, when she made it. She was the walking example of a Pinterest Fail in the kitchen.

He ran a hand over his hair, then forced himself to walk back toward the players' lot. Freckles was none of his business. If she wanted to fait at her job, so be it. The less time he spent arguing with her, the more time he had for himself.
Even if arguing was the closes thing to a social life in years.

“Why the hell are we going to dance up on platforms like go-go dancers? We’ll look like strippers.”
“Don’t take any money. It doesn’t count if you don’t take the money.”
“Did Dr. Phil tell you that?” Anya snapped.”

Did parents who lived with their kids know the gift they had? Did they fully understand what a treasure it was to wake up with their kids under the same roof every day?

“I just assumed people would be all delicate about it, not wanting to mention rehab.”
“What, like it’s Voldemort?”
That made him smile. “Basically.”

"No boyfriend. No real commitments other than work. Which means I can be as tenacious as I want to be. I know what I want, and it's you."

Where, oh where was this man when she'd been looking for a relationship in Atlanta?
Right. In New Mexico. Figured.
Fuck geography.

"She's got me just as much -if not more- than I've got her. That's the beauty of being in love, my friend"
(Trey about Cassie)