I opine-I think you're a woman of your world,' he said from the far end of the couch. 'I would have a hard time seeing you pressed and powdered, dreading a life of servitude under the name of marriage. You'd die in that mold. I like you as you are, fiery and ill tempered.
Kim HarrisonDid something happen to the sanctity of your church again?" My eye twitched. "Newt broke it so she could look in my closet." Again.
Kim HarrisonI didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.
Kim HarrisonPeople ask me what I do in my spare time, and I look at them blankly, truly believing that I don't even have spare time, and if I did, I'd probably use it for something mundane, like chipping away at the mound of laundry rising to dangerous proportions in the back room.
Kim Harrison