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.

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

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

I have no words. Sixteen languages, but no words. -Vishous

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

I love you." Z squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't be a tragedy, Bella.

You're getting into some kind of shape, cop." Aw, come on, now." Butch grinned. "Don't let that shower we took go to your head." Rhage fired a towel at the male. "Just pointing out your beer gut's gone." It was a Scotch pot. And I don't miss it.