Planting a flower's like opening a book, because either way you're starting something. And your garden's your library.
She was the only woman he was afraid he would beg for.
Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.
Life's tough," Mia said with a shrug. "You play the cards you're dealt or you fold.
Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?
Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.