I can’t tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.
You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don’t. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don’t do something to make it worse, don’t do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you’re married to.
Then we’d better stop her.” Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. “I’m not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.
Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits.” “They’re cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you’re on, ace.
Problem is, it’ll be like looking for the crazy needle in a stack of needles. And nobody say ‘haystack,’” she warned. “Because that’s just stupid.
He’s a fine young man, and one who loves you without restrictions. Finding a mate, a true one, is a rare and precious thing.” And the heart of the heart, she thought. Yes, he’d found that, too. “I don’t even know how it happened, but even when he pisses me off, I’m grateful every day it did.” “The best possible description for a good marriage.
Marriage is a freaking minefield.
It’s here, inside me, and it’ll bite off pieces when it can. But I can take it because you’re there. Because you know how it feels. You’re the only one who really knows. And becasue you love me enough to feel it. When you look at me, and I see that, I can take anything.
Played nice while she worked things out. You’re married to a guy thirty years, you’ve got a serious investment. Gonna irritate you when he trades you in.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” “Me, I don’t hire hits.” She looked up at his mouth-watering face. “I’d give you the basic courtesy of killing you myself.
You do keep busy.” “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” “Why? They’re idle when you’re sleeping – does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn’t make stuff? What if you broke your hand? Is he doing his workshop thing while you’re waiting to have it fixed?” Roarke contemplated the pale gold ceiling. “Such a simple, if moralistic, phrase now thoroughly destroyed.” “I keep busy, too.
Love turned everybody’s brain sideways, just like a stunner.
When a man is clever enough and knows his quarry well enough to choose such a time and place to propose marriage, well, a woman was a goner.
When it’s my turn, don’t do this. Recycle the parts, burn the rest.
What you have with her will save her. Just as it saved you.
I saw you, and that’s all it took. Sometimes I can’t breathe, I love you so much.
When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There’s my soldier, exhausted from her wars.” He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. “Now, I look, and I think: There’s my woman, soft and lovely.” Her lips curved as he undressed her. “Where do you get this stuff?” “It just comes to me. I’ve only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You’re my life.
Do you always drive this way?” “What way?” “As if we’re trying to outrun an earthquake.
Anyone who deliberately makes someone else feel less, feel helpless? That person is a coward. They’re the weak ones, the shameful ones. What.
If men had to wear heels, they’d be outlawed across the land.
Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.