She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.
Christine FeehanJesse, we can’t do this.” “Sure we can, honey. It’s the perfect night for it. You’re a woman, I’m a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe it’s referred to as romance.
Christine FeehanYou can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.
Christine Feehan