When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

sometimes, when the sun shines, it scorches.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.

Not that they were there to have fun—although with Kingsley Martin around, fun was never far from the agenda.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.