It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough.

Anabelle knew she was feeling too much, too fast. That was dangerous. Especially with a guy like Giorgio.

If Shane had avoided her for years because of a kiss, he might leave the country over a blow and hand job.

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.

I put fear into the eyes of a member of the Mafia. I’m doing well, she thought, now keep him scared.

Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked."You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.

But just for a minute. I won't be gone long and if she wakes up before I get back tell her that I love her.

Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.

I'm adaptable. A nomad, my mom always says."Zoe raised an eyebrow."Your mom?""Well I wasn't spawned.

I can’t take any more of being careful around her. I want her. Not just for now, but for always.—HEW

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.

Then it was silent. Heavy now, not the sleepy silence of before. The kind of silence that meant horrifying things.

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

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