Life's too short to pretend and play games like that. I want to spend my time hanging out with people who make me feel good about myself. People who make me happy.
Gena ShowalterYou are the woman of my heart. The one I have been awaiting the whole of my life, though I didn't know it until I spied you. there isn't one thing that makes you special to me, but all things.
Gena ShowalterHe turned, throwing over hi shoulder, โAnd if he growls at you, even once, heโs out. He looks wild.โ I am, Riley snapped inside her head. Do not laugh, she thought to herself. Her dad paused at the door. โWhere does it stay while youโre at school?โ It. Nice. โOutside.โ โYou could be inviting flees into our home, Mary Ann.โ No. Laughing. โHeโs clean, Dad. I swear. But if I spot a single little bug, Iโll bathe him.โ That could prove interesting, Riley said.
Gena ShowalterFine," Strider said tightly. "You can. But you wont. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I'll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is." "Stridey-man. Are you hitting on my? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?" Gideon chuckled. "Sweetie pie." Striders lips even twitched into a grin. "You know I hate when you get mushy like that." Boy loved it. No question.
Gena Showalter