You're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
J.R. WardYou're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.
J.R. Wardgood call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
J.R. Ward