You aren't worried are you?" "Why should I be worried? It's just another day in the neighborhood. You know - bombs, fires, people shooting at you. Why should I be worried? Especially since we could be clothes shopping or boarding a plane. I'm not in the least worried." "Hmmm," he mused allowed. "I read about this in the relationship manual. It's called womanly sarcasm and usually means a man is in deep trouble.
Christine FeehanHe rarely smoked, but once in a while, like now, when his world had been shaken, his woman nearly killed in front of his eyes, and heโd watched a house consume a man and spit him out, he figured a drag or two were appropriate.
Christine FeehanNicholas wanted to believe in fairy tales. She'd read her share, hoping for miracles, but in the end, there was no hundred acre wood to play in with her little stuffed animals. There was pain and crushing disillusionment and betrayal.
Christine FeehanYou're my life, Elle. When we have our children, they'll be included in that circle and I'm not a man to lose everything. I want you as safe as possible." "So you don't think three protection dogs, a room filled with weapons, a panic room and house that eats people isn't just a little overkill?
Christine FeehanKing-sized? It would take up all my space. I need wide-open spaces." She glanced at Kane for help, but he was rolling around on a matress and moaning in a loud, orgasmic manner. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.
Christine FeehanI just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. Itโs frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. Itโs as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I canโt get you out.
Christine Feehan