Quotes from Julie Miller

Life isn't easy... Sometimes, stuff happens that isn't your fault, that you can't control. It doesn't mean you've failed or that or that you won't fail again. It just means that you have to fight harder. You have to be stronger. You can't let the bad stuff win. You have to keep getting up and moving forward even when you're afraid to or you don't think you can.

That was bliss. Being cared for. Wanted. Feeling so necessary to someone's existence that there was no place for the loneliness inside her.

After he tipped his hat and left, Jillian watched him stride down the hallway. Yeah, Big-brotherly overprotection aside, fortysomething looked good on the police captain from this view, too.

He's practicing his Constitutional right to be a jackass.

I've never felt as strong as I do when I'm with you. I need you more than I need the truth, more than I need my next breath.

He climbed into the bed behind her and spooned his body to hers, pulling the covers up over them both. "Sleep, sweetheart." Brushing her tangled hair off her face, he whispered a promise against her ear. "You're safe.

For years I've been trying to turn myself into someone I'm not. Because that's what Court wanted. But you get me. I can be the man I want to be with you—the man I'm meant to be. You needed me to be that man. I'm a cop. Always have been, always will be.

He buried his face against her neck and held on to her healing compassion for just as long as she'd let him.

He needed her to understand. He needed her to believe his words. "There's a difference between control and desire. Between respect and using. You need to know how special you are. How beautiful. And if any man doesn't make you feel that, he doesn't deserve you.

Dirty Harriet there is a loose cannon. She pulled a gun on my men." "They were unconscious." "What if they weren't? We'd have had a fire fight in the middle of the street on Christmas night." "Do you really want someone like that around your daughter?" "Considering she detected the threat against this home when your men couldn't, yes.

A pretty little thing like you with that sassy mouth and no husband or boyfriend? Are you a widow or a workaholic?