Quotes from Robyn Carr

A little while later Jack walked into the kitchen at the bar and saw Preacher scowl his greeting. Bravely, Jack walked up to the counter. "Hey, man," he said. "You were right, I was wrong, and I'd like us to get back on the same team." "You sure this team of mine isn't too much trouble for little you?" Preacher asked. "Okay, you about done? Because this really hurts and I'm trying not to deck you right now.

Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.

Well, you're just going to have to take a leap of faith," he said. "I think I can do that," she said. "If you're there to catch me." "I'm here," he said. "I haven't let you down yet, have I?" She put her hand against his face. "No, Jack. You sure haven't.

I gotta call Vanni tonight, and tell her. I've got her all confused and totally furious…" "Paul, you can't tell her on the phone," Jack said. "But—" "Paul! She's gonna hang up on you! And then the next time you show your face, she's going to put a bullet in your head. And Walt will help her line up her shot.

He brushed the hair back from her brow. "Were you scared, baby?" "No," she said, shaking her head. "I knew you were coming." "You did?" She touched her chest. "Your heart beats in here. If it had stopped, I would have known. It did beat a little fast sometimes.

I like the way you kiss-a couple of test kisses, then a huge kiss.

mel)"I knew you'd never leave me." (jack)"Baby, I'd walk out of hell to get back to you.

At some point he realized that he knew how she felt—once you know how much you love someone, no one else would do.

Are you all right to drive without me talking you home?" He laughed a little. "You know what? I can't remember doing this before. Talking to a woman for over an hour on the phone." "You can't possibly expect me to believe that," she said. "I know you've had a million women!" "Not like you, Jilly. I was always looking for women who would take me to bed. It never occurred to me to look for a woman who would take me to heart.

I am not sleeping with you." "We could probably manage it, though. Without getting too involved." "No," she said. "But why? I mean, if we're trusted friends? And it doesn't interfere with our responsibilities?" "Did that line ever actually work for you?" "I can't remember. But it probably did-it's brilliant.

I wanted to do it for you," he said. "I wanted to show you how much I would do, how far I would go. How hard I would work.

We're adults. I might be a little more of an adult if you're counting years but I bet I have a lower IQ, so that puts us pretty much even.

I crashed," she said. "It was a helluva crash. If you're going to go down, go down big. You should be proud." And then he smiled. He held her hand as it lay on her lap while she lifted her brandy to her lips with the other hand, trembling a bit. When it was gone, he said, "Come on. I'm putting you to bed." "What if I cry all night?" "I'll be right here," he said.

As he looked down at her, his eyes were both warm and curious. "You don't look as tough as that." "I don't know how tough I am--look at me, sick as a pup. But I bet I can match you for stubborn." A sound came out of him. "Holy shit, Ian--was that a laugh?" "A cough," he lied. "You probably got me sick.

Now Preacher might manage a bar and hang out with men primarily, but he was unaccustomed to fathers who pushed their children out of sight. Rudely, at that. In his crowd, families were appreciated. Most of his friends were married with children, and the children were a part of everything. The women were nearly worshiped.

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why can't you be just a hundred percent good or a hundred percent bad? Why do you have to keep me all confused all the time?

Tom. Tom, look at me. Has Nora agreed to marry you?" "No, but she will because she has to.

But you were concerned about making sure things, you know, didn't get serious." "Yeah, because I'm an idiot.

But what if you don't like Chico?" she asked him, her brow furrowed. "Will you be there? Because if that's where you want to be, I'll find plenty to like.

Paul went to his room, gathered clean clothes and headed down the hall to the shower. He made it quick, but clean. He shaved. Then he thought, I am shaving—why? To be smooth cheeked when I pass out?

Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?" "Of course there would be protection," he offered. "Tons of it.

Why do I have to earn it by being good? Don't you feel like bragging?" "It's better when you beg," he said, his voice low. "It's always better when you beg.

Maybe we could, um, go sit in the truck?" he said, but even as he said it, it sounded so dumb. And not exactly the way he wanted her to remember a marriage proposal.

She'd never been any kind of camper, never had been good at relieving a full bladder on a whim. Never had quite figured out that squat; it seemed like she'd always wet her right foot.