For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?
Lisa KleypasYou know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.
Lisa KleypasHe liked cheap women, fast cars, late nights, and hard liquor, especially all together. In Jack's view, you are obliged to sin on Saturday night so you'd have something to atone for Sunday morning. Otherwise, you'd be putting the preacher out of business.
Lisa Kleypas