“So, for her, I’ll try. I’ll trust. I’ll … open myself. I’ll … be this guy I’ve never been before and don’t even known how to be—this goofy “in love” guy, this guy who takes care of his woman, this guy who gives more than he takes.”

“To her surprise, Lucky tilted his head and looked her in the eye, appearing oddly…crestfallen, she thought. “Don’t be nervous,” he said. “I hate making you nervous.”

“What sort of look are you going for?” Damn, how did he answer this? “Something…normal,” he finally said.”

“I know you don’t like to believe you ever need to be taken care of, but I can’t stand the idea of you being sick and alone. I need to be here for you, babe.”

“What can I do?” he asked. “To start taking care of you?”

“Stay here with me, Trishy. Don’t go back to your old life. Make a new one, here. With me. I know it’s a hell of a big thing I’m asking—but I’m asking. Stay.- Joe”

“You love me.”He kept gazing upward, his answer coming softly. “Yeah. I do.”

“That’s the really annoying thing about love. I probably would be happier if I didn’t know it, but once you do know it, once you feel those things for someone, you can’t make yourself really wish it away. It’s like wishing away . . . your soul.- Jenny”

“The questions were so big they almost overwhelmed her.Because … maybe, just maybe there was some part of her that … wanted that. Everyday with Mike. Time with Edna, and the girls. A simpler, quieter life. A life that revolved not around money or working but around …. love. A whole different kind of security than a person could ever get from a job. And even a type of happiness you couldn’t reap from any career.”