This isn't what I wanted. This isn't what I would have chosen. You must know that. It's important you know that.
Karen Marie MoningIf heโd been any other man and i'd been any other girl, Iโd have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica
Karen Marie MoningI looked from one to the other, and realized that Barrons and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a manโs ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.
Karen Marie Moning