You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

If you have to tell someone they call the shots, they're not really calling the shots.

He had found my worst weakness: I was one of those people who was desperate to be needed, to matter to someone.

Haven't you ever wished that you could steal back just a few hours of your past?" she asked softly. "That's all I want... just a little taste of what might have been.

Was parenting ever going to get easier? Did you ever reach a point where you could stop worrying?

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

Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. "You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.