John Cusack is standing over there.โ I followed his incredulous gaze to where a man very like Mr. Cusack did indeed stand, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against a building. I sighed. โThatโs not John Cusack. Thatโs Jerome.โ โSeriously?โ โYup. I told you he looked like John Cusack.โ โKeyword: looked. That guy doesnโt look like him. That guy is him.
Richelle MeadNo," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close." I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Mortensen." "Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything.
Richelle MeadIf we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine
Richelle MeadI gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.
Richelle MeadItโs as easy as we choose to make it,โ he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. โAt least, this decision is. Nothingโs truly easy, Georgina. Love and life . . . theyโre wonderful, but theyโre hard. We may mess up again. We have to be strong and decide if we can still go forward, even when things arenโt perfect.
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