Chapter 42

• Her voice softened. "I'd want him to tell me he cared. Reassure me. Show me in every action—flowers, notes, texts, calls. Think of me before every decision. Kiss me goodnight, even after a fight."
• She glanced at him, then lowered her gaze again. "If I were in her shoes, I'd want it all. Because I've had so little."
• Somehow, Anastasia never struck him as the kind of woman who loved flowers. He knew that for a fact when her date from three months ago sent her a bouquet of roses, and she let them rot in the trash by her front porch.