Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1) QUOTES

1 " You’re a tough one, Katie Macauley. But I mean to talk you round to enduring me at the least. Take a ride with me. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, my word of honor.” An afternoon away from her endless list of chores would be nice. But only if Tavish behaved himself. “A perfect gentleman?” The devilishly handsome grin he produced was not terribly reassuring, yet there was sincerity in his eyes. “You’ll hardly recognize me I’ll be so well behaved. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

2 " He grabbed his lantern and shotgun. “Shall we?” Katie nodded. “But this doesn’t mean I like you.” “Yet,” he added as he opened the barn door. She stopped in the doorway. “I didn’t say yet.” “Ah, but you meant it. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

3 " Are you telling me when you first saw me sitting up in my brother’s wagon that your very first thought was, ‘That fine-looking Irishman over there is most definitely a rascal’? "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

4 " Don’t you listen to a single word falling out of his mouth, Sweet Katie. Ian isn’t the brightest of us all. ’Tis not his fault, I suppose. He was such an ugly baby, Ma was startled every time she picked him up, and she dropped him on his head a great deal. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

5 " You wish to take me on a tour?” Katie didn’t mean to become attached to the place, but finding a few reasons to like the town would be nice. “A small tour,” Tavish said. “And maybe a wee bit of gazing into each other’s eyes and whispering sweet nothings.” She skewered him with a look of scolding rebuke, one he couldn’t possibly mistake for encouragement. “Absolutely not.” He didn’t look the least surprised. Indeed, he looked even more amused than before. “Perhaps we’ll just keep to the tour for now,” he said. “What say you? "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

6 " Then ’tis little wonder your family despairs of ever seeing you married off. Sounds to me as though you haven’t time at all to be courting.” “Hmm.” Tavish leaned in so close he could smell the flowery scent he’d come to associate with her since their picnic by the river. Could she hear how hard his heart had begun pounding? “Is that a complaint or an invitation, Sweet Katie?” he whispered. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

7 " A third voice jumped in. “Seems to me a lad ought to kiss a lass when she looks at him that way.” Tavish nearly laughed out loud. Leave it to Granny Claire to say just that. Katie smiled despite the color creeping across her face. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

8 " I’m about to go talk sweet to her, I am. She’ll be fine enough.” Tavish took a three-legged milking stool off its hook near the stall door. He leaned a touch closer to Katie, lowering his voice. “If you stick around long enough, I’ll come back out and talk sweet to you.” Katie just smiled. Though she’d never tell him as much, she would enjoy hearing a few sweet words from him. She felt happier in his presence than nearly any person she knew. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “No objections this time? "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

9 " He didn’t release her, didn’t pull his eyes away from her face. “Have I not earned even the smallest bit of your trust, Katie?” To her surprise, he sounded hurt. To her even greater surprise, she felt bad for it. Katie never opened her life to anyone. Not anyone. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

10 " Ah, you’re an Irish lass.” “As are you.” His smile tipped and laughter twinkled in his eyes. “Not a lass, exactly, but Irish-born, for sure.” Wasn’t that just like a man. Knew exactly what she meant and yet turned her words about. “You know full well I didn’t mean you were a lass.” “Didn’t you now? "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

11 " My name’s Tavish O’Connor,” he said. “And it’s very pleased I am to meet you.” Katie held her ground and kept her peace. There was nothing that irritated an arrogant man more than a woman who showed no interest in him. Tavish’s smile remained in place. “Might you see your way to telling me what it is I’m to call you?” Katie didn’t trust this mysterious Tavish O’Connor and his twinkling blue eyes, not for one moment. Handsome he was. Talkative to be sure. But she’d not give him credit for more than that. “Come now,” he said. “It seems we’re to take you on to Hope Springs. Wouldn’t do to be calling you Miss for the next two hours. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

12 " Aren’t you going to eat?” At the moment Katie would gladly skip a meal to get a moment to herself. “Aye, after I’ve brought in the wash and a couple other things.” He shook his head. “Sit down and eat, Katie.” “In here?” She’d never in all her life eaten with the families she served. “Would that be so awful?” Mr. Archer seemed surprised at her insistence. “Not awful, simply . . . odd.” “I think you would adjust.” He motioned to an empty seat on the other side of Ivy. “Join us.” “Truly, I’ll have a bite later in the kitchen when I’ve a moment.” The man looked entirely unmoved. “Sit. And eat. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

13 " You don’t mean to trust me even an inch?” Katie looked him dead in the eye. “Not even half an inch.” She couldn’t say if he looked more intrigued or entertained. Either way, he didn’t seem the least discouraged. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

14 " A great pleasure to be making your acquaintance, Miss Macauley.” He tipped his hat. “And I’ll wager you’ll most particularly like me before too long. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

15 " Better than that, even. She’s an Irish lass, her brogue so wide and deep that I’m certain she’s only just been tossed off the boat. She likely tripped on a shamrock and landed on American soil. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

16 " Would you care to hear how I first knew my Ian was in love with me?” Katie reached into her basket to pull out the next loaf. “Is that how a woman goes about deciding if she loves a man? Figuring out first if he loves her?” “Saints, no. It does help a wee bit knowing where a man stands. But in the end, you love whom you love. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

17 " His gaze grew more intense. “If you didn’t have such beautiful brown eyes, Katie, I might be able to look away more easily.” Heat crept over her cheeks. “They are quite an ordinary shade of brown, as you well know.” But he shook his head. “They are nothing of the sort.” “Flattery, Tavish?” She leveled him a look of reprimand. “I swore off longing glances and whispered words, Sweet Katie. I said nothing about compliments. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

18 " He held a hand out to her. “Will you give me a chance to redeem myself, Sweet Katie?” “I told you not to call me that.” She objected more out of embarrassment than true indignation. He sat down next to her in the seat Biddy had vacated. “Does the name really bother you?” “It doesn’t make a lick of sense is all.” She dropped her gaze to her clasped hands, hating that she was about to admit a failing in herself. “You can’t honestly say I’ve been ‘sweet’ to you.” Or to anyone else. “I’ve a feeling, Katie, that underneath it all, you really are sweet. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

19 " You wouldn’t really knock my teeth out, now would you, Sweet Katie?” “Sweet Katie?” She repeated the name he’d thought up for her as though it were a rotten potato. He shrugged. “I think it suits you, despite the fine show you’re making of being all prickles and thorns.” Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if she was anything but prickles and thorns, but he was intrigued enough to find out. “My prickles and thorns are no concern of yours. And I’ll thank you to call me Katie, plain Katie, as that be my name.” He shook his head slowly. “I don’t think I could do that. The Katie part suits you, but you’re not the least bit plain. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)

20 " You’ll be forgiving me, Reverend, but I’ve never taken kindly to being told where I belong. "

― Sarah M. Eden , Longing for Home (Longing for Home #1)