What do you think? Does everything look right? " " You really expect me to look at anything but you? " She laughed even as her pulse jittered. " Boy, I must be in bad shape when a shopworn line like that hits the mark. " " I mean it, " he said and watched her smile fade. " I adore looking at you. " Laying a hand on her knees with a long, slow, thorough kiss. " Beautiful Margo. mine. " " Well, you're certainly taking my mind off my ... kiss me again. " " Glad to.

That's possible to likely. We're involved, you and me. I'm telling you what I'm going to do because I figure when people are involved, when they matter, they tell each other.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

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

Everything I know, I learned from dogs.

I don't fiddle or edit or change while I'm going through that first draft.

She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.