The man that put that hurt look in your eyes, could be worth everything, or nothing at all.
Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.
I can fix a bad page. I can't fix a blank page.
She doesnโt like you, McNab. โI knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.
Love without trust? It's not love at all.
Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.