What's possible?โ - she asked โAnything,โ he said absently. โBut thatโs not what I was talking about. Oh, hello, Claire. Youโre in good time. I need an extra pair of hands.โ โAs long as I keep them attached,โ she said, which earned her a startled stare. โThe things you say to me, youโd think I was some sort of monster.โ -- Myrnin and Claire
Rachel CaineBryn ate her bagel in silence, and by the time she was finished, Liam had already neatly packed her overnight bag and loaded it in MacAllister's car. He even included a new dog bed for Mr. French to travel in confort. Lunch was in moducal little boxes. "I think he is Alfred." "Actually, I often wonder if he's Batman.
Rachel CaineYou have not been sticking your dirty fingers in my sauce,โโ Eve said, and pointed her wooden spoon at him. He quickly took the finger out of his mouth. โโFirst off, theyโre not dirty. I licked them first.
Rachel CaineYou were right,โ she said. โYou were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever.
Rachel CainePromise me youโll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.โ Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. โYes,โ she whispered back. โI promise.โ And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.
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