What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other

Easy, Marks,' he whispered. 'One of us has to have some self-control, and it really should be you.

Great men don't nessarily make good husbands.

There is no peace in poverty

But I think if it's the right person, you wouldn't have to work so hard at intimacy. I think—hope—it would just happen naturally. Otherwise, opening up to the wrong person..." I made a face. "Like putting ammo in their hands.

Evie ” came his faint whisper “I’m going to your mother see…she’s got ’em to leave a back door open…so I can steal into ’eaven.

Hardy was every loose-limbed cowboy in warn denim, every pair of blue eyes, every battered pickup, every hot cloudless day." -Liberty