Some things are better when it’s raining. Like reading. Or sleeping. Or this.” “Lying in bed with me?

There is no peace in poverty

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

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

I’ve won his heart, but it’s like owning a house in which most of the doors are permanently locked. He wants to shield me from all unpleasantness. And it’s not really marriage—not like the marriage you have with Cam—until he’s willing to share the worst of himself as well as the best of himself.

Catherine went still. Her eyes closed against a sudden wet sting. 'Did you accept her proposal?' Leo nuzzled tenderly into the hollow beneath her ear. 'Of course not, pea-goose.