Do you remember the first time we made love?" He touched his lips to hers as he said it. "We rode up in the elevator like this and couldn't keep our hands off each other, couldn't get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do." He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. "It's never going to change.

Marriage is a land mine. A really intimate land mine. Adultery to kitchen fires. Never a dull [moment].

he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?

We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.

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

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.

Marry me, Rebecca...You might as well say yes. I'll just talk you into it.