" He wanted to know what kind of little girl she had been. “Bad, very bad. I took the term tomboy to the next level. I didn’t have any little girlfriends, just the boys. I could take all of ’em, but even though I thought I was a boy I fought like a girl—biting, hair pulling. I went from slingshots to spitballs and my dad got called to school a lot. I was a bratty little carrottop, the smallest, meanest one in my class.” He grinned largely. So beautifully. “How does this not surprise me? You’re a little better mannered now, but not much.” “Then "

― Robyn Carr , A Virgin River Christmas (Virgin River, #4)