Quotes from Denise Hunter

For am I now trying to win the favor of people, or God? Or am I striving to please people?

I'm not trying to take your freedom. God knows you deserve it after being married to that monster. I don't want to trap you or hold you back or control you." He gently cupped her face. "I only want to love you, honey.

Her jaw set, she passed him, going to the high

How am I going to manage? I'm never going to earn enough to support them. And a partner—ha! Who'd want to marry me, pregnant with somebody else's babies? Two of them! Nobody's going to want me." "Jade. That's not true." Twins.

If Meridith had been anxious the night before, it was nothing compared to her response upon seeing Jake at her door. His hair was damp, like he'd just stepped from the shower, and he spun a roll of blue painter's tape around his index finger. He wore a black polo, fitted jeans, and a furtive grin. How had she gotten herself into this? "Noelle

His arm moved around her, then he lowered his head, tipped her chin. His lips moved across hers as softly as butterfly wings, tasting, testing. She trembled in response. She hadn't known he was capable of such gentleness. It only endeared him to her more.

See you got your walking license." "Yep. 'Fraid you'll have to put up with me all day from now on." His eyes slitted, and he tilted his head. "You're looking to boss me around, aren't you?" Shay smiled. "Better believe it.

Everything about her was so… delightfully unexpected. And he could listen to that drawl of hers all night.

Beau was going to have a cow. But when did Beau's opinion ever keep Zac from doing what he wanted?

Same old, same old. Beau and Eden came in last night with Aunt Trudy. Sheriff stopped by the table to flirt for a while. That's always entertaining.

He forked his fingers through his hair, clutching fistfuls until his scalp tightened. He'd been confused until she'd looked at him, until he'd seen the look in her eyes. And then he knew. She was afraid. Afraid because he made her feel things, things she hadn't felt with Stephen or probably anyone else, because this was real love. Not some tepid, watered-down version. But Meridith wanted tepid. She wanted safe. His

Maybe you should say something to her, man. Like what? You know what. Like, 'Gosh, best buddy, I've fallen in love with you, and I know you don't feel the same way, but will you put your life on hold for me until my tour's up?' Something like that, you mean? You might want to soften it up a little, but yeah.

His hat nudged her forehead, tipping back as he deepened the kiss and drew her closer. His jaw was rough against her palm, and she savored the feel of it before slipping her fingers through the soft waves at his nape and straight up through the back of his hair. His hat hit the ground. "Abby . . ." he whispered. It was a plea, and she gladly answered it with her mouth. She loved the raspy drawl of her shortened name on his lips.

The truth. I don't even know what that is anymore. Be patient. Pray about it, and listen to God. He'll help you figure it out.

I can't do this." She opened her eyes. "I can't do this, Beau." "Why not?" "This can't . . . go anywhere. I'll be leaving soon and—" "So don't. Don't go." She pushed away, and his arms fell. "I have to. It won't be safe here forever.

He tasted like chocolate, smelled like heaven, and felt like home. How

Woman, you're killing me.

Why did Meridith have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she just give him a chance? He knew they'd be amazing together. She'd opened her heart to the kids, admirably so. It couldn't have been easy accepting her father's other children, but she'd done it. Why couldn't she open her heart to him?

Promise me you won't leave without telling me." "I'm not planning on it." That wasn't the answer he needed. His eyes pierced hers. "Promise me." The furrows between her brows deepened as she took a step back. "I can't do that. I don't know what's going to happen. I'll do whatever's best for Jack and me. That's the only promise I can make.

It always amazed her to see the treasures low tide turned up.

Low tide exposed the good and the bad, she supposed.

What the heck. He'd gone this far, might as well go for broke. He slid his fingers along the curve of her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. "I haven't felt so happy in... I can't even remember

Look," he said. "I'm not the one for you. You need to move on, maybe start going out with Drew again or—" "Drew!" "He's a nice guy, Madison, you should give him a—" "You're pawning me off on Drew?" His silence pretty much said it all. She shot to her feet, her eyes stinging. "I don't love Drew. I love you, you idiot.

What else can you do?" Gram asked "Live without love? Keep a houseful of cats? Pah! What kind of life is that? How lonely an existence. Love's not always easy, but it's worth it. You'll never find happiness if you let fear stand in the way of what you truly desire