He nodded and curled over his paper, writing quickly. As his words took form on the white page, she got to watch him...and realized she never wanted him to go. She wanted him here beside her forever.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of tries to get there.

For him , life was a coin that had disaster on one side and waiting for disaster on the other

I didn't know it would be black," she murmured with a little smile. Horror flooded his face. "Oh, Christ!

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

What are the rules," The cop said. "There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. "Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.