I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you." "You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest. "No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.

A weak but steady throb lay beneath Kev's searching fingertips. Win's heartbeat...the pulse that sustained his universe.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

She was aware of the movement of his lips as he pressed soundless words in her palm. He released her, and the look he gave her seemed to reveal the depths of his lustful, longing, bitter soul. "Good-bye, Miss Fielding," he said hoarsely.