People who say not to speak ill of the dead are hypocrites, because you can take it ot the bank they're thinking ill.
Nora RobertsSince it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. โHe fights with us. Weโre an army.โ โAn army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?โ she asked Glenna. โWitch.โ โSo, weโve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.
Nora RobertsI'm sorry. It's Hard for me. I do love you," she said quietly. "Sometimes it scares me because you're the first. And the only" He held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, looked into her eyes "You've chaged my life. Become my life." He touched his lips to hers, let the kiss deepen slowly, silkily. "I need you
Nora RobertsDo you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.
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