Fear you?" she said without thinking. "Good God, I would never do that." Easing her head back, Westcliff looked at her while a slow smile spread across his face. "No, you wouldn't," he agreed. "You'd spit in the devil's eye if it suited you.

Her chances of a decent marriage were about to be dashed-and all because of a ferret.

I have always hated flying. The idea of it is an affront to nature. People are meant to stay on the ground.

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.

Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?

Somehow I knew that no matter what I chose to tell or to keep secret, he would understand.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.