I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.

Give them your brains, girl, never your guts.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.

If that isn't typical male stupidity! If something doesn't work, kick it or swear at it!

Okay. Look, why don't you take care of the half a million things you've been letting dangle in Roarke's Empire of Everything?" "Catchy title. I may use it one day.

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.