What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you." "Why? Was kissing me that bad?" A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good.

Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?

...even though you said yes to the wrong man, I hope that won't cause you to say no to the right one.

Easy, Marks,' he whispered. 'One of us has to have some self-control, and it really should be you.

Friends are the support bras of life.

Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.

He'll survive," he answered her. "Just as he's survived everything else in his life. But he'll never be the same.