I can't get it out," she said. "Just pull at it." "It hurts. It's throbbing." "Pull harder." "I can't! It's truly stuck. I need something to make it slippery. Do you have some sort of lubricant nearby?" "No." "Not anything?" "Much as it may surprise you, we've never needed lubricant in the library before now.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

I don’t have any mottoes. If I did I would forever be contradicting them.

Heath," she whispered, "you're all I want. No one else ... no one . . .

There isn’t going to be a ‘next lover,’” Grant said automatically, outraged by the idea. “I’m the only man she’s going to have.

Christopher heard a pair of women gossiping nearby, whispering in disapproving undertones. "... Ramsey was found flirting in a corner with a woman. They had to drag him away from her." "Who was it?" "His own wife." "Oh, dear.

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.