Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls. Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground. Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years? Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet. Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying.
Nora RobertsIf you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations.
Nora RobertsโI'm not going anywhere.โ 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? โI've been right here all along. I love you, Eve, almost more than I can stand.โ โI need you. I can't help it. I don't want to.โ โI know. He eased back, tucking a hand under her chin to lift her face to his. โWeโre going to have to deal with it.โ He kissed one wet cheek, then the other. โI really canโt do without you.โ
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