The outward appearance would never indicate they were brothers. (...) But she could see that at the moment they were as united as triplets in the womb.
Nora Roberts"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."
Nora RobertsShe raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.
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