I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.

You will soon discover that in matters of the heart, memories are much kinder than reality

Some women need no jewels to make them sparkle. You are one of them. -Royce Westmoreland

Was it me you were discussing?” he countered with lifted brows. “I couldn’t tell from the description you were giving. Since when am I kind, considerate, refined, and amiable?” “You’re angry,” Victoria concluded on a sigh. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest and his arms tightened, drawing her close to his leann, muscular body. “I’m not angry,” he said in a husky, gentle voice. “I’m embarrassed

I buy everything in sight. It took my last ounce of control not to buy one of these in every color.

Don't do this to us." He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. "You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done".

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?