Quotes from Donna Kauffman

I hate to interrupt," he said, trying like hell not to grin, then drag her into his lap to do what he apparently should have done the moment he'd laid eyes on her again. "But I haven't heard a word you've said since that part where you've been lusting after me for two years.

And maybe you can tell me all about the hot Aussie you spent the afternoon with." She shook her hand next to her chest. "I heard he's pretty hubba-hubba." You have no idea , Kerry thought, and in the face of Maddy's charming, infectious smile, couldn't squelch her own. "It was a passable way to spend an afternoon." Maddy hooted a laugh. "I'll bet.

Life Warriors. They would pay tribute to their loved ones rather than mourn them, by being bringers of light, of positive thinking, the spreaders of joy. Ch. 1, pg. 18, Lavender Blue by Donna Kauffman

It was later, after they'd dozed and he'd pulled her into the shower upon waking, that Cooper started on a plan. She laughed at his timing. "I do my best thinking in the shower," he told her, then poured bath soap in his hand and started rubbing her back. "I'm pretty sure I'll think even better if I have something more fun to be washing than my own self." He slipped his hands around to the front, making her squeal, then maybe moan a bit.

The invitation didn't say clothing optional," she said, running her sandaled feet up the back of his bare legs. Which matched the rest of him. She let out a little laugh as he tossed her gently on the bed. "That's because I wanted to peel your clothes off you," he said, following her down. "Well," she said, stretching her arms up over her head, "if you must.

It's not that I would say no to you going on walkabout along; it's your life to lead and I'll always have the station to deal with, but I do want to say…I'd worry about you if you did. And I might pout just a wee bit." "You're probably ridiculously adorable when you pout.

Are you calling me a dummy?" "Not at all. I'm just saying that maybe some of us caught on a bit faster than others.

My, my," she teased, her heart full to bursting, "what a big…sword you have." "All the better to pillage you with," he murmured, lowering his head again.

You're just chill all the time. That kind of freaks me out." "It freaks me out that that freaks you out." "So we're just a couple of freaks?" "Seems that way.

She slid a little until she was sagging against the open doorframe

We've got enough folks spouting those words around here. It's to the point now where even if I wanted to get married, I would resist just to keep from running with the herd.

I've got a meeting," she went on, not giving him a chance to respond. He nodded to the basket in her arms. "Yes, I can see that. Demanding lot, laundry.

Three McCrae weddings in less than a year," he commented, as if casually discussing the weather. Then he grinned. "Is it catching?

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?" Go the demure route, so he knows you're not there to continue indulging in that kind of behavior? She snorted.

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

One thing was certain: She was probably past the point of making sure no one got hurt. Because she already knew that not seeing Cooper ever again, not feeling his body on hers, his mouth on hers, hearing him laugh, making him laugh, arguing, talking, finding notes tucked under starfish on her dashboard in the morning.

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on.

She pondered the best way to handle the laundry situation after they got back to dock. If she thought she'd been a bit pink cheeked to have Thomas see her in her glorified napkin dress, it didn't come close to the potential for mortification when she delivered him a stack of freshly washed sheets and towels tomorrow. "Yep, that'll be fun." But if that was the price for the day, then it was one she was willing to pay.

You're really here." "I really am." It was the nervousness, the hint of vulnerability that had entered her eyes that finally snapped him out of his temporary daze. "Why?" he asked. "I mean, beyond the algebra homework of course." "It's pretty hard algebra. I might need a refresher course." "Kerry--" "I'm here for you," she said.

If--when--you need to go off, fill your soul, feel different earth under your feet, I'll do my best to handle missing you. As long as you promise to always come back." She nodded, sniffling. "Like a boomerang; you won't be able to get rid of me.

He'd found Brodie hand sanding the hull of a sailboat he was in the early stages of building, using an old-fashioned hand lathe on the wood. Cooper had questioned him about it, surprised that he wasn't building the boat up in the big boathouses on land, and using something more high-tech to get the job done. Brodie had just smiled and told him that some boats required a more personal touch and a more personal space. Cooper understood that. Some women needed the same.

Such a wicked smile you're wearing," he said approvingly, flipping her sandals off. "I think it should be the only thing you have on." He unsnapped her shorts, then slid everything off the lower half of her body in one smooth slide. "You've been practicing," she said, though it was hard to keep the casual banter going now, seeing as he was slowly kissing his way past her ankle and on up along the curve of her calf.

there are discussions and then there are conversations. They aren't always the same thing, you know.

I can't believe I'm thirty-one-years-old, lying on my back on a pier in broad daylight--in my own hometown, I might add--trying to figure out a place to go make out." "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?