It was Adam, but he was too late. He couldnโt love me anymore. He would be so angry with me. I had to hide. He didnโt love me so he might hurt me when he was angry. When he calmed down, that would hurt him. I didnโt want him hurting because of me. There was nowhere for a person to hide. So I wouldnโt be a person. My eyes fell on the shelves that lined the far back corner. A coyote could hide there.
Patricia BriggsFortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .
Patricia BriggsI narrowed my eyes at him. "Stuff that. I'll write a doctoral thesis. Then I can go do what most of the other people with doctoral degrees in anthropology do." "What's that?" asked Calvin. "You don't need to encourage her," said Adam seriously, but his eyes laughed at me. "The same thing that people with degrees in history do," I said. "Fix cars or serve frnech fries and bad hamburgers.
Patricia BriggsDo you have any idea how much I love you?โ he asked. โEnough to accept my apologies?โ I suggested in a small voice. โHeck no,โ he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers โ as if I were something fragile. โNo apologies from you,โ he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.
Patricia Briggs