Today's my wedding day, Mom," he said softly aloud. "I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.
Christine FeehanJesse, we canโt do this.โ โSure we can, honey. Itโs the perfect night for it. Youโre a woman, Iโm a man. Those little twinkling things overhead are stars. I believe itโs referred to as romance.
Christine FeehanRhianna flashed Rose a small smile. "Sometimes I have a chip on my shoulder. You know, the woe-is-me-I'm-such-a-martyr complex.
Christine FeehanThere was a certain feminine satisfaction in having the last word, delivering her line smartly, and breaking the connection between them quickly and decisively.
Christine FeehanWhy do I have to do this?" Gator demanded. Cuz you're such a pretty boy. Our photographer isn't going to fall for one of us as the tied up model," Nico pointed out. Dumbest plan you've ever come up with," Gator rumbled. "Offering myself all trussed up like a Christmas turkey to a serial killer who likes to torture people isn't too smart.
Christine FeehanI should have known you'd side with them. It's some sort of of male bonding thing to think women aren't capable of running their own lives." He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. "It's ego and sheer desperation. We have to keep you thinking we're the superior species." "News flash, Jack - no women on the face of earth believes that anymore." He trailed kisses down her cheek. "But men don't know women know that. We still live in our fantasy world, so don't muck it up for us.
Christine Feehan