I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

Caroline, do you value your neck?" "Yes, I'm rather fond of it. Why?" "Because if you don't shut up, I'm going to wring it.

You’re going to be my grandmother.” “You silly child. In my heart, I’ve been your grandmother for years. I’ve just been waiting for you to make it official.

He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles.

Francesca: It's still a bit cold yet. Michael: Never stopped John and me. Francesca: Yes, well, you're Scottish. Your blood circulates quite well half frozen.

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.