Dear Miss Independent, I've decided that of all the women I've ever known, you are the only one I will ever love more than hunting, fishing, football, and power tools. You may not know this, but the other time I asked you to marry me, the night I put the crib together, I meant it. Even though I knew you weren't ready. God, I hope you're ready now. Marry me, Ella. Because no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love you every day for the rest of my life. โJack
Lisa KleypasโSimon,โ 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. โSimonโฆโ โYes?โ 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. โPleaseโฆ take me to my room.โ Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. โSweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.โ
Lisa KleypasVery well,โ Beatrix said reluctantly. โBut I warn you, they may be resistant to the match.โ โIโm resistant to the match,โ Christopher informed her. โAt least weโll have that in common.
Lisa KleypasHardy Cates," I said, coming into the room, "you behave, or I'll step on your tube." The nurse seemed taken aback by my unsympathetic bedside manner. But Hardy's gaze met mine in a moment of bright, hot voltage, and he relaxed, reassured in a way that cooing sympathy could never have done. "That only works if it's a breathing tube," he told me.
Lisa Kleypas