Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.

Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.

What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.

People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?

This was what she needed… the quiet turning to the other in the middle of the night, the wordless meeting of lips, skin, breath. The trust, unfurling one pale petal at a time, that he would be there.

Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.

I do love you. I think you know that, but just in case...I love you.