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A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5) QUOTES

A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5) QUOTES

1 " I’ll be on my way soon,” he promised. “Let me pay for this first.” He put the “S” on the counter. He’d chosen milk chocolate. She preferred dark. "

― C.J. Carmichael , A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5)

2 " That’ll be ten dollars.” His eyebrows went up. “That’s a lot of money for one piece of chocolate.” “It’s premium quality. Made from scratch in-house. I buy the beans myself, directly from Venezuela. But if you want to put it back, go right ahead.” “No, no, I’ll take it.” He pulled out his wallet and counted out a five and some ones. “For someone special?” she couldn’t resist asking, after placing the confection in a cute paper bag and tying the handles with some copper ribbon. “Susan, maybe? Sandra? Sonya?” “Savannah, actually.” She was such a fool for thinking, for even a second, that he’d selected it for her. “Here you go.” As she handed him the bag, she noticed him "

― C.J. Carmichael , A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5)

3 " He rubbed the side of his face, using his left hand. No wedding ring, she noticed. But then there hadn’t been last time, either. He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sounds like you’re still a little angry.” “I’m not angry, O’Dell. Just really not interested in seeing you. Or talking to you. Or even breathing the same air as you.” His eyebrows went up. “That’s harsh.” Obviously not harsh enough because he didn’t leave. Instead he wandered to the display of chocolate letters and selected an “S.” For Sage? “ I owe you an apology,” he allowed. “Five years ago you owed me an apology. Now, you just need to walk out that door and let me go on pretending I never met you.” He sighed like she was the dolt in the classroom who just didn’t get it. “I did try to apologize. But you left town mighty fast.” Less than twenty-four hours after she crashed on that second barrel, her father had shown up in Casper, Wyoming and had whisked her home. But there had been time for Dawson to reach her. If he’d wanted to. That had been the last rodeo she’d ever competed in. And it had been the last time she’d let herself get tangled up with a cowboy, too. “Sage, even if it is a little late, I still want to say it. I was sorry then, and I’m sorry now.” Damn, if he didn’t look sincere. But she hardened her heart. Facts were facts and how sorry could he be if he’d waited so long to find her? Keeping her tone artificially sweet, she asked, “What exactly are you sorry for? Would "

― C.J. Carmichael , A Cowgirl's Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C, #5)