You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

Now the line was drawn. Lucy had never thought that one of the fiercest battles of her life would be fought over a breakfast table, with quiet words carefully chosen.

His lips pressed against her forehead and she felt him smile against her skin. "Believe me...the only place in the world I want to be is wherever you are." -Grant Morgan

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

The trick was forgetting about what she had lost ...and learning to go on with what she had left.

I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.

What happened to your stammer?" "I suppose I must feel comfortable with you. I tend to stammer less with certain people." "No one's ever told me that I'm a comfortable sort. I'm sure I don't like it. I'll have to do something diabolical soon to correct your impression.