Quotes from Janet Dailey

Someday is not a day of the week.

Thanks so much. You really came through." "I like protecting you from lecherous mattress salesmen. You don't need to thank me," he joked. "How about a kiss instead?" Linc was taken aback. He opened his mouth, too surprised for a second to say yes. No never entered his mind.

He cast a glance at the heavy-metal posters on the walls. One was peeling off at a corner and another had been torn and taped back together. "Norm said I could take those down," Kenzie told him. "You don't like them?" he asked dryly.

He looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. He had a habit of running a hand into his hair when he was concentrating hard, which made it spike. Right now he resembled a pissed-off cockatoo

He pushed the coverlet halfway down his body and crossed his arms behind his head. Linc stared at the overhead fixture, his new best friend for the last several days--he'd actually felt like talking to it a few times.

Someday is not a day of the week.

Hey," he was saying, "guess what the most common word is in criminal tattoos." "I have no idea." " Love . Hands down. They love their mothers, they love some girl, they love Jesus. And they keep right on doing wrong.

Tell me one thing. Are you going to hack into SKC servers with this?" "It's an option." "You could go to jail for that." He smiled. "They would have to catch me." "And that would never happen," she said with a dash of scorn. "I don't make too many mistakes, Kenzie." "Sometimes I wish you would," she sighed.

When the land is abused, nature has a way of striking back. Land will eventually go back to what nature intended, but the cost is high. The land is what it is, no matter what man does or thinks he can do. Benteen Calder knew it, and Webb knew learned it. Hopes die and man moves on, but the land stays.

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Their kiss recalled old times when everything was new and there was nothing more important in the world than being crazy in love.

The inn was a white saltbox under a low roof, with additions to either side. Diamond-paned windows glowed warm and welcoming on either side of a heavy carved door. An older man, impeccably dressed, escorted his beautifully coiffed companion down the front stairs. Her conservative high heels barely showed under her long coat. Kenzie caught the glitter of diamonds against a fur collar. This was definitely not Ye Olde Crabbe Shacke.

Linc took the path along the river, looking for Kenzie. He'd sent the hikers on their way, map and all. Sometimes being nice didn't seem worth it.

Get some sleep." He gestured toward the bed. "Take the right side. It's less lumpy." She didn't budge. "That doesn't mean I'm sleeping on the left side," he added quickly. "You can have the bed all to yourself." "Don't be so noble.

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