By morning, their plan had been shot to hell. One of them was in the hospital. One was in jail. One was in the morgue. And one had gotten away with the haul.
Fine. He had let her indulge in her hobby, while he’d indulged in his, and right now his was clenching her soft thighs against his pumping hips. He gave one last push and came. He wasn’t sure Alice did, but she was better than Emory at faking it.
Did you find Jesus?
He took a long time to answer. “I asked which of her brothers had fathered the baby. She told me it could have been either.
The bullies who instilled that hatred were never made to account. I think they should. I think they should because he died that day, too.
It’s the right decision, Crawford.
What people aren’t looking for, they rarely see.
Doubts could cripple the thoughts of a reasonable man.
While basking in the limelight, one sacrificed privacy. Anonymity has distinct advantages. Keeping to the background afforded one much more maneuverability and, thereby, power.
Love was a word that poets and songwriters used. They vested the emotion with tremendous powers over the human heart and mind, but they were wrong. it didn’t transform lives like the saccharine lyrics claimed it could.
He kissed her like he meant it, like this kiss was going to be the last thing he ever did on earth, and he was going to do it right, thoroughly, and leave nothing wanting.
You must allow yourself a few small failures and develop a capacity to forgive yourself when you make a mistake.
Gavin was lying on his bed watching ESPN. He should have something more constructive to do than watch a replay of a soccer game between two European teams. Why wasn’t he up and dressed, doing something rather than lazing in bed.
He’d been such a solid presence beside her, Strong, warm, vibrant. So different from that form beneath the sheet in the mougue.
He was rude and disrespectful and treated women abominably. Perhaps that was his attraction, what made him desirable. Geographically.
The conversation had left her feeling more disturbed than ever. She had bared her soul about the tragic death of her parents and its effect on her, a topic she was.
It’s hard for us to back down once we’ve taken a stand.
People are always willing to believe the worst about someone.
You’d probably be pretty good at it. But even with terrific language skills, you couldn’t come close to describing what it’s like to be a team player, Griff. Because you don’t know.
The path to perceiving his disorder in all its destruction is littered with the remains of her mind and soul.