I can't say I cared much for you when I first came back. There's that crappy attitude of yours, and you're ugly, but you kind of grow on a guy." Immensely cheered, Seth snickered. "You're uglier." "I'm bigger, I'm entitled. So I guess I'll hang around to see if you get any prettier as time goes on." "I didn't really want you to go," Seth said under his breath after a long moment. It was the closest he could get to speaking his heart. "I know.

I'm still picking pockets--I just do it as legally as I can. Being married to a cop limits certain activities.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

Planting a flower's like opening a book, because either way you're starting something. And your garden's your library.

Sex might satisfy, food might fuel, love might sustain, but without coffee, what is the point?

Today should always be outlawed in favor of tomorrow