So, youโre hitting on Clare the Fair.โ โIโm not hitting on her. Iโm exploring the possibility of seeing her on social terms.โ โHeโs hitting on her,โ Owen said around a mouthful of chips. โYouโve still got that thing you had for her back in high school. Are you still writing bad song lyrics about heartbreak?โ โSuck me. And they werenโt that bad.โ โYeah, they were,โ Ryder disagreed. โBut at least now we donโt have to listen to you playing your keyboard and howling them down the hall.
Nora RobertsShe was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.
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Nora RobertsHe Sipped his coffee, watched the flames. "You gave me my life, you did," He insisted when Summerset made a protesting sound. "And I worked-in my fashion- to build this place. I asked you to tend it for me. You've never let me down. But I needed her. The one thing, the only thing that could make this place home." "She's not what I would have chosen for you" "Oh, that I know" "But she's right for you. The one for you." Despite, or maybe due to, her many flaws" "I imagine she thinks the same thing about you". Memory in Death, Roarke and Summerset
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