He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

“I'm not going anywhere.” Gently, he stroked her back, cradled her head. Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears? “I've been right here all along. I love you, Eve, almost more than I can stand.” “I need you. I can't help it. I don't want to.” “I know. He eased back, tucking a hand under her chin to lift her face to his. “We’re going to have to deal with it.” He kissed one wet cheek, then the other. “I really can’t do without you.“

You love tests?" "Well, yeah. There are questions and answers. True or false, multiple choice, essay. What's not to love?

I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.

What do you think? Does everything look right? " " You really expect me to look at anything but you? " She laughed even as her pulse jittered. " Boy, I must be in bad shape when a shopworn line like that hits the mark. " " I mean it, " he said and watched her smile fade. " I adore looking at you. " Laying a hand on her knees with a long, slow, thorough kiss. " Beautiful Margo. mine. " " Well, you're certainly taking my mind off my ... kiss me again. " " Glad to.

Lots of people think things would be better some other way. That's why the world's lousy with theme parks.

You spend your life getting walked on, you learn to recognize the tread.