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A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1) QUOTES

A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1) QUOTES

21 " Have you decided where we’re going on our honeymoon?” “What?” “I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii for Christmas.” She nudged his arm. “You seem to be forgetting there isn’t going to be a wedding.” “I could get into a warm, sandy Christmas. Although now that I think about it, Maui would be better. Less touristy, more private.” “You’re delusional.” His gaze bounced off hers, wearing a disarming half smile. He stared off into the distance. “A guy can dream,” he muttered into the wind, and Layla wondered if she’d heard right. "

― Denise Hunter , A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1)

22 " She started to step down, but he hadn’t moved. His hands still rested on her waist. They felt nice. Strong and sure. The step evened their heights, bringing them eye to eye. Calling attention to the silver flecks flashing in a sea of blue. To the perfectly sculpted nose trailing down to a nice set of lips. Bowed on top, generous on bottom. His thumbs moved at her waist, sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes swung back to his and locked there. His words from earlier came back to her. A guy can dream. Did he really have feelings for her? The look in his eyes said he did. They said that and so much more. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Layla’s lips tingled with want. Her hands tightened on the metal rung. No, she couldn’t want Murphy after what he’d done to her and Jack. He leaned in. The movement sent panic flooding through her. She stepped down, slipping past him. “I think I’m about done for the night.” She couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice. "

― Denise Hunter , A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1)

23 " As much as he might lie to himself, tell himself it was real, it wasn’t. All the public displays in the world didn’t give him the right to kiss her or hold her or even touch her. Her response made that clear enough. And yet, he’d thought he’d seen something in her eyes. Something promising. Something hopeful. Maybe Layla’s feelings were starting to change. Maybe she’d be willing to give him another chance. Or maybe it was only wishful thinking. "

― Denise Hunter , A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1)

24 " Why didn’t you ask me out?” Layla blurted, suddenly needing to know. She bit the inside of her lip, cursing her impulsive tongue. Her heart beat erratically, thumping hard against her ribs. “Two summers ago when we volunteered at the theater? I kept thinking you might.” His hands paused on a spool of twine as he looked at her, his eyes somber. “I wanted to. But I was coming off a difficult relationship—I needed some time.” Regret laced his voice. “Chloe Peterson.” He nodded. She’d seen them around town for about a year. The grapevine claimed she’d cheated on him with Chris Geiger, but who knew? “I was about to ask you out,” he said. “But before I could . . .” “Jack.” His eyes skimmed over her face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve regretted waiting.” Her face warmed under his perusal. Her pulse skittered. “Wonder what would’ve happened.” One corner of his lips tipped up as a look of serenity passed over his face, displacing the regret. “Who knows. Maybe we’d be engaged for real. "

― Denise Hunter , A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1)

25 " Gingerbread men. Her eyes skated over the misshapen forms. White eyes of varying sizes stared back. Fat buttons lined the fronts. The icing that outlined the cookies was sparse in places and globby in others. A laugh bubbled up at the pathetic sight of them. But it got stuck in her throat, held by the growing knot. The gesture caught her in the gut, like a sucker punch, leaving her breathless and teary-eyed. What Murphy lacked in artistic ability he made up for in heart. She pulled in a breath, the scent of ginger filling her nose, and thought it might just be the best thing she’d ever smelled. "

― Denise Hunter , A December Bride (A Year of Weddings, #1)