“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.“

If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?

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

You're excuses are so lame they're limping.

Love is very funny business. And sex - well, let's face it, sex is hysterical.

Sometimes it’s all you can do,” he murmured. “Fight back; run wild, until you get it all out.” “Sometimes there is nothing to fight and nowhere to run.

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.