Quotes from Robyn Carr

He handed her one of his blue work shirts, already decorated with a little old paint. He was very happy to see her put it over her sweats and tank. Then he observed with some consternation that she looked every bit as pretty and sexy in that oversize shirt.

Crazy thoughts began filling his head, chief among them was that he couldn't imagine there ever being another man in her life, in her body. He'd never had such possessive, proprietary feelings. He wasn't sure if this was because it was Shelby, or because she'd never been touched inside until he claimed her.

John. I don't want to scare you away, but I'm in love with you." He buried his face in her neck, in her soft hair. "Baby, I love you so much, I think I'm going to die of it." "Do you see, John? This is all I want. You. You loving me. Me loving you." "Now

away. It was to be a busy week in the Brazzi household. Luca's children,

But you're allowed to hold me, right?" "I'm allowed to never let you go," he said.

Do you think it's a bad omen to meet in a cemetery?" she asked him. "I have a special fondness for this place," he said. "This is exactly where you completely lost control, threw yourself at me and passionately kissed me. I like it here." "I think I surprised myself more than you," she said. "Impossible. I thought I'd have to chase you for years before I got a kiss.

I think the best happened for me, too. You, naturally. But a lot of other useful lessons, as well.

This didn't matter to him—his happiness was complete. She loved him, wanted him. And he would do anything for her. By

When she heard him in the doorway, she looked up from her place on the floor and a coppery curl fell over her forehead. He couldn't help but smile at her—she looked cute as the dickens with her hair piled on top of her head and drowning in his shirt.

They love that rock. Ever been to Yosemite?" She shook her head.

One of the best ways to help the world is to never be a burden to it. Give money, give time, give love, and make sure you give yourself a little to spare so you're not the one in need.

I'll be honest with you," he said. "It shakes me up." "I noticed," she said with a laugh. "I'm serious, Shelby. I'm wanting you again. I don't want you to leave this bed." She rolled over onto her stomach and raised herself up on her elbows. "I'm going to have to go home eventually. Before there's a search party." "I will shoot anyone who touches that door," he said.

Whenever I'm in a bad place, I take a little trip in my head.

She in some trouble?" Preacher shrugged and put the rack on the counter. "You don't know her, Preacher. Don't know who did that to her face." "I'm not worried about who," he said. "Jesus. I'd love to see who.

I guess I need a fresh start," she informed him. "I'd like to go back to eighth grade and redo everything.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude. —Sir Thomas Browne

There was so much he really didn't understand about women, he thought. They were an eternal mystery. Did they actually like to cry?

When he looked up at her again, it was difficult not to notice that chest. He couldn't escape the feeling those boobs were going to poke his eyes out.

Goddamn it," he muttered. She smiled at him. "Nice language for someone on his way to church." *

He didn't want it ever to end and he concentrated on making it the longest kiss in history, hoping to get caught, hoping everyone would go on notice—this was his girl. His woman.

You don't need a lot of money to live a full life—all you need is a fertile mind, some books and a good attitude. Books are free at the library, but a fertile mind takes practice.

She leaned forward, and her boobs nearly fell out of that tight sweater. He could feel his eyes bulge and his hands itch with temptation.

I think I might drum up the hardest end-of-term exams in the history of the world. I want to be remembered for something." "George, you'll be remembered. Who could forget you?" "Hopefully not you!" He kissed her forehead.

All rise! The Honorable John Bestover White presiding.