Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

The way I was brought up ‘he needed killing’ is an airtight alibi.

The bargain…” she mumbled. “You said I could kiss you,” came his gentle, wicked whisper near her ear. “But, my love…you didn’t specify where.

Where are we going?” Annabelle asked, resisting his hold on her wrist. “To the house. If they’re not willing to be witnesses, then it seems I’ll have to debauch you in front of someone else.

What are you going to call the place?" "I haven't decided yet. Carrington wants to call it Clippety-Do-Da or Hairway to Heaven . . . but I told her we have to be a little bit classier." "Julius Scissors," I suggested. "Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow," Jack joined in. Liberty covered her ears. "I'll go out of business in the first week.

One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.