Papa, do you like my new friend?" Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. "I surely do." "Can I keep her?" "For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though," he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. "Forever, papa?" She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. "Forever," she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. "Forever," she pledged.
Julie GarwoodEvery man has a weakness!โ he patiently explained. โI'll find theirs, I promise you.โ โEvery man?โ โYes,โ he answered emphatically. ... โWhat is your weakness, Brodick?โ she asked. โYou.
Julie GarwoodYou wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie?" Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to her husband. "With your permission, I would like to answer him." "You have it," Alec replied. "Andrew," she called out in a voice as cold and clear as a frigid winter morning, "my husband does whatever he wishes to do. I am sometimes allowed to help, though. If he decides to cut off your feet, I will, of course, offer him my assistance.
Julie GarwoodIsabelle, it's all right for you to be a little afraid, but you should also be very excited and joyful, too. You're about to bring a new life into this world." "I would rather Winslow do it.
Julie GarwoodLyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. She wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. โSir, which one is Princess Christina?โ Andrew asked Lyon, just as Rhone started in choking on his laughter. Rhone has obviously been watching Christina, too. โSir?โ โThe blond-headed one,โ Lyon muttered, shaking his head. He watched in growing disbelief as Christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. โWhich blond-headed one?โ Andrew persisted. โThe one eating the shrubs.
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