Quotes from Denise Hunter

I want you to be my wife, baby. I want to come home to you every night and hear your laughter. I want to build a life together with all the things that matter. I want there to be family, and sailing, and church, and work, and kids . . ." Her lips trembled on a smile. "Five little angels?" He squeezed her hands. "I was thinking we'd start with one and work our way up. What about it, Maddy—will you marry me?

When you can't trust others, and you can't trust yourself, you can always trust God. He'll carry you through whatever comes your way.

His eyes raked her form, and she knew he was remembering too. Remembering the feel of their lips moving together, the feel of their bodies pressed together, the feel of stirring desire. Embarrassment licked her cheeks. He, on the other hand, looked her right in the eye, bold as a grizzly and twice as smug. No regrets here, they seemed to say. He cocked a brow just to make it clear he'd welcome a repeat right here and now.

He was so tired of trying to convince other people he was worthy of their love. Tired of being forced on people who didn't even want him.

What happened, honey?" She melted at the endearment, at the look in his eyes. "I fell in love with you." Her words left her mouth on a rush of air. Something flared in his eyes. He pulled off his gloves, his eyes never leaving her, and cradled her face. His hands were warm and rough against her cold cheeks. "Eden . . .," he whispered. "I love you too.

They're good, but the Broncos are nothing to sneeze at. Heard of Peyton Manning? I liked him better in blue. We all did.