The wounded recognized the wounded.

I promised myself that no matter where I went, what I did, I'd never take anything for granted again.

Moments came and went, she thought. It was love that bound them together into a life.

We make our own choices and we're each responsible for them. Blame and credit belong to the individual. You haven't the right to claim either from someone else.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel’s heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del’s hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

Why don't you put your ego down for a while, Justin. It must be getting heavy.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.