She was crawling out from under the huge tour bus when he first caught sight of her. She was small, like a child.
Christine FeehanYouโre mine, Isabeau. Youโll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give us a second chance, or you donโt, youโll be my only.
Christine Feehan-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don't cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.
Christine FeehanShe thumped him again. He looked startled, then caught her flying fist in his hand and gently pried her fingers open. Very carefully he pressed a kiss into the exact center of her palm. 'Savannah? Were you trying to hit me?' 'I didn't hit you--twice, you scum. You didn't even notice the first time.' She sounded very irritated with him. For some reason it made him want to smile. 'I apologize, mon amour. Next time, I promise I will notice when you strike me.' The hard edge to his mouth softened into a semblance of a smile. 'I will even go so far as to pretend that it hurts, if you wish it.
Christine Feehan