Best 24 quotes of Maisey Yates on MyQuotes

But she didn’t pull away from him. If anything, she seemed to sort of melt against him. It was the first time she’d willingly accepted something from him without getting stiff and defensive and generally annoyed

Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair.

He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessive gesture, and he felt a little bit possessive

He found himself fighting the urge to reach out and take her chin between his thumb and forefinger. To tilt her head so that she had to look at him. So that her lips were so close to his a slight movement would—

He relaxed his hands, lifted one and tucked a strand of wispy blonde hair behind her ear. She didn’t move; she only looked at him. He wondered if she felt it too.

If it makes you feel better, Cole hasn’t kissed me at all. Not even affectionately.” “Is that a thing? Are you thinking Cole might kiss you?” “I don’t know.” Alexa frowned. “Do you want him to?

I hope that wasn’t because of what I said about the barrel racing,” Kelsey said. “Probably me,” Cole said. “She’s sensitive. And I’m not. I’ll apologize later.

I’ll bet he misses it.” “Almost as much as I miss him being on the road.” She frowned. “You don’t really mean that.” “Mostly not.” “Good. But I do sort of get it,” she said slowly. “The siblings-driving-you-crazy thing. My sisters . . . well, they’re perfect. As far as my parents are concerned.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. They’re married.” “And that’s perfect, huh? What about you? You’re successful, right? Your column is pretty big.” “Oh, it’s huge,” she said, her tone overdramatic, earning a chuckle from Cole. “I’m kind of a big deal. But I don’t have a husband, so . . . my parents think maybe I’m not such a big deal.” “So, you’re the black sheep.” “Baaaaa.” “Nice.” “Thanks.

I’ll walk you to the path.” Cole stood too and followed them out of the dining room and into the common area of the lodge. “How do you feel?” he asked when they were out of earshot. “Great. Fine. For the first time in . . . forever, pretty much

I love you," he said. "Every broken piece of you, with every broken piece of me.

Probably not.” He looked down at his watch. “It’s about time for dinner. Do you want to come down and eat in the lodge? We deliver up to the cabins too, but we also do a family-style dinner.” “Um . . .” Did she really want to spend more time with Cole today? Strangely, she found she did. “That sounds great.

Relax, Cole, I wasn’t proposing.” She put her hand on his shoulder for a second, and when she removed it, the impression of her warmth lingered. Burned. And for a moment he wondered if marriage wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

See? Grumpy. And defensive. If you need help, ask me, you stubborn asshole.” “Right, like you ask for help or time off when your leg hurts?” “My leg is fine.” “What a coincidence,” Cole said. “I’m fine too. I’m so damn fine it’s not even funny. Everything’s great. The ranch is great.” “Seems like it.” “Obviously.” “You’re as screwed up as I am,

She said no, Lark,” Cole said, his eyes meeting Kelsey’s. Kelsey felt her stomach flutter. And it wasn’t from nausea.

She shook her head and dropped the focus of the light down to the ground. “Well, thanks for . . . everything. Dinner. And stuff. Showing me the ranch.” Why were things so awkward with him? “Sure.” He put his hands in his pockets. “See you tomorrow?” “Yeah. Tomorrow.

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lips. And he knew she felt it too.

She wasn't a prude. Not really. She liked sex a lot. More now than she had ten minutes ago, to be perfectly honest.

So I’ll see you tomorrow then.” “Yeah.” His heart rate picked up. She really did make him feel more like a kid than a grown man. Although the desire she made him feel was certainly a man’s desire. “Do you want to have lunch with me tomorrow?” “Lunch?” “Yeah. A picnic. I want to show you this place

Tupperware? I don’t know. That’s what my mom did.” “Well, my mom had to bring bigger containers for food when the family ate outdoors. But she used this when she and Dad . . .

What the hell, Cade? You knew, and you never thought . . . ‘Hey, maybe I should tell my brother’?” “No, Cole, I never thought that,” Cade said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “And why the hell not?

Wouldn’t hurt if you used your connections to grease the wheels.” “I can do that. But damn, Cole how hard is it to just ask?” “Hard,” Cole said, pushing his hand through his hair. “Especially when you’re afraid asking is going to blow up the family.” Cade nodded. “So we both know.” “Yeah.” “And Lark doesn’t.” “Nope.” “Keep it that way?” Cole tapped the side of his beer bottle. “I don’t know. I don’t like being a part of the deception.” “We didn’t lie, Cole; he did.” “But we know the truth. Do we keep covering for him?” “He never covered for us. He’d tell Mom on us, and then she’d whup our asses.” Cole laughed. Sometimes the memories were still good. They still seemed intact and not just like a facade that hadn’t meant a damn thing. “Yeah, he did. But he’s not alive to answer for it, or learn from it.” “How about we drink alcohol and make no decisions?” “I’m cool with that.” Cade took the bottle opener off the fridge and popped the top off his beer, taking a long drink

Yeah.” He touched Kelsey’s arm and felt a shock, like static electricity. But this went deeper, beneath his skin. “I’m going to go see what Cade needs. See you later?” She licked her lips, the action sending a different kind of electricity down south. What a time for his libido to make a reappearance. “Yeah. See you later

Yeah, I will. Why do you care so much all of a sudden?” Cade shrugged. “I don’t have anything else to do. And like I said . . . you and Lark and this ranch are all I have. Makes you cling to things tighter when you realize how easy it is to lose them.

You don’t have to be involved with my parents. Not if you don’t want to be. Yes, you’re the father, but you aren’t my boyfriend or husband. My family is my problem.” “I do,” he said, before he even realized what he was saying. “I do want to be involved. With all of it. We’re talking about really making this work, about making a . . . I don’t know if we’re talking about a family, not in the traditional sense, but we’re in this together, right?” “I guess.” “That means I get to help you with parent things, and other unpleasantness. And you have to know my brother.