In the oh-my-God-this-has-to-be-Christmas silence that followed, he struggled to reorder the last six months, to catch up with this reality they'd somehow missed. He wanted her. She wanted him. Was it true?

It's not big," Veck said, "but it's flawless. That was important to me. I wanted to give you something...flawless

No matter what you wear... to me, you will always have diamonds on the soles of your shoes.

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

Just don't go out fighting. I don't need to know where you're going, that's your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you're the biggest one of them." Rehv to John

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward