Come to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V
J.R. WardMarissa, " he mumbled, taking her hand. "Don't want to see you drink so much?" Wait, not really what he'd been going for. "Ah...don't you to see me drink so much...want." Whatever. God...he was so confused.~Butch
J.R. WardIt finally happened, he thought as he burrowed under his shirt and took hold of his heavy cross. All his life heโd wondered why heโd never fallen in love, and now he knew: Heโd been waiting for this moment, this woman, this time. The female is mine, he thought. - Manny
J.R. WardGiving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. โWait. I need to ask him a question.โ โYou want to know his shoe size or something?โ Butch snapped. โFourteen,โ Wrath drawled. โIโll remember that at Christmas, asshole.
J.R. WardNo, thanks.โ Rhage laughed. โIโm a good little sewer, as you know firsthand. Now whoโs your friend?โ โBeth Randall, this is Rhage. An associate of mine. Rhage, this is Beth, and she doesnโt do movie stars, got it?โ โLoud and clear.โ Rhage leaned to one side, trying to see around Wrath. โNice to meet you, Beth.โ โAre you sure you donโt want to go to a hospital?โ she said weakly. โNah. This oneโs just messy. When you can use your large intestine as a belt loop, thatโs when you hit the pros.
J.R. WardHis thumb went back and forth over the satin, as if he were rubbing her hip as he had when they'd been together, and he moved his leg over so that it was on top of the skirting. It wasn't the same, though. There was no body underneath, and the fabric smelled like lemons, not her skin. And he was, after all, alone in this room that was not theirs. "God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.
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