Being a martyr is highly overrated.

Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

Over a lifetime of dealing with difficult women, I have learned it is often better to give into their demands immediately.

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.