Quotes from Joan Johnston

He'd also explained that while you could

uttered a word. He had

Cowboys are always leaping from their horses in the movies, and they never get hurt." "You forgot to roll." "Oh. I knew I did something wrong.

Owen took a step forward, blocking Blackjack's path. For the first time, Trace noticed Owen was wearing his badge above his heart. "You don't want to make yourself any more of a suspect than you already are," Owen said. Blackjack made a dismissive sound. "Don't pull that Texas Ranger bullshit with me, son. I diapered your bottom." "You've never touched a diaper in your life," Owen countered.

Every day is precious. And like is too damned short!" Ren hadn't forgotten the heart attack that had nearly killed Blackjack two years before. "Are you all right?" she asked, laying her hand on his heart. "My heart will be fine. So long as you don't break it.

She yanked open his shirt, put the injector against his heart and pulled the trigger. She held her breath waiting to see if it would work, ticking off the seconds. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. The twitching stopped. Forty. Fifty. Sixty. Owen opened his eyes. Bay smiled at him. "Those are the loveliest red-rimmed eyes I've ever seen." Owen managed a wobbly grin. "Ditto.

Stay put," he said. "I don't want you setting off any explosives that'll get us both killed." "Let me go with you." "I don't want you getting hurt, Red." There was something about the sound of his voice that gave her pause. "Don't tell me you care." He ruffled her hair as though she were four instead of twenty-five. "All right, I won't. Just stay put.

Good night, Owe," she whispered. "Good night, Red. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite." "You would have to mention bugs," she muttered. Owen laughed.

You're going to have some really sexy scars back here, Owe." "Do girls go for that sort of thing?" She was surprised to hear him speak and realized he'd spit out the piece of wood. It was marred with impressions of his teeth. "Scars like this are a sign you've survived in battle." "Some battle," he said ruefully. "Me and a cactus going three rounds, and I nearly bit the dust.

Bay caressed his smooth cheek. "You shaved. It feels soft." He caught her hand and kissed her palm. "Go," he said, opening the bathroom door again. "Before I change my mind and you end up making love to a man who smells like a bear.

She tightened her seat belt yet again, so she felt like she was wearing a strait jacket—appropriate dress for someone as crazy as she had to have been to come along on this trip.

How do you prove to a woman that you loved her, when she was certain you didn't?

against herself and ran her hands over the sections of the bodice where different textures—leather and fur and feathers—had been woven into the sandy beige garment to give it an earthy look. "I have to confess I asked my grandmother." "How did Maddy know? I'm sure I never