Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

Our gazes met. It seemed an entire conversation took place in that one glance. Each of us saw what we needed to know.

Baptists don’t spend their time thinking about reality.

She had always maintained a cynical facade, using it as a defence against embarrassment, fear, loneliness… but at the moment she felt unusually vulnerable.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

She was yours, if you'd truly wanted her," Harry continued, a pitiless smile touching his lips. "But I wanted her more.

Those blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want to be alone in a room with that guy, I thought. His gaze moved downward in lazy inspection, returned to my face, and he gave me one of those respectful nods that Texan men had raised to an art form.