The collision was impending and electric, but the moment was soft and sweet: She positively glowed as she looked up at him. "What," she whispered, palming his face. Vin took a moment to memorize her features and the way she felt beneath him, seeing her not just through his eyes, but feeling her with his skin and his heart. "Hello, lovely lady...hello.

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.

Dedicated to: You. There will never be another like you. For me...you are the one. Yeah, I don't have enough words for this.

What happened to you?" she asked. "I got hit in the side." "With what?" "A knife.

Butch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. "Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although… if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.

Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.