Now let's try that again. Ask my wife nice, and maybe I'll let you sleep in the same bed as your teeth tonight.

Amy sat back and grinned. "You just smiled." That was definitely something else she could get used to. Of course, he frowned immediately. "I smile.

And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen. ~Dallas and Amy~

Go to bed," he ordered. "Go to bed... and stay there.

Marry me, princess. I'll give you my kingdom—small potatoes that it is.

White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.

Wrangler butts drive me nuts.