If my love can hold you, I'll keep you with me.

I scowled defensively. "My conversations don't usually include the subject of erections." "Too bad," he said. "All the best conversations do.

The Rom believe you should take the road that calls to you, and never turn back. Because you never know what adventures await." ... "So we're going to take this road," he murmured, "and see where it leads.

And you're not the kind of girl I want." Surely he couldn't mean the fact that I was Mexican. From what I knew of Hardy, there wasn't a bit of prejudice in him. He never used racist words, never looked down on someone for things they couldn't help. "What kind do you want?" I asked with difficulty. "Someone I can leave without looking back.

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

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

Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.