He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.

I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly. "Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.

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

Friends are the support bras of life.

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.

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.

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