Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

I’m not short. I’m…vertically disadvantaged.

Maybe he's not college-smart, but he's smart in a way they can't teach.

I need you for a lot of things, Hardy. A lifetime's worth of things.

“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“