And he believed because loving her meant believing. It meant trusting. And it meant life. It meant Kell Kreiger was no longer alone

Grocery shopping," Kira's gaze raked over him. "Well, honey, one thing about it, I don't think you have to worry about buying beef while you're out. It looks like you have plenty in residence as it is.

You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

Yes, he would be gone, but she knew now what it meant to love. She might not know what it meant to be loved, but loving was almost as good.

What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?

You have five minutes to call someone, anyone, I don't care who, and order me the finest blend of coffee that rat hole town has, and a dozen beers. If it's not sitting on this table..." a slender finger pointed furiously at the table in question,"... in one hour, you die" - Faith telling Jacob

There are much better ways to handle the delicate male ego. With a two-by-four? Only as a last resort and never in public.