For all your talk, you don't know the first thing about love." Tears spilled over her lashes and rolled down her cheeks. She slipped the chain that held his Super Bowl ring over her head and pressed it into his palm. "I love you, Bobby Tom, and I'll love you till the day I die. But I've never been for sale. I was a free offering all along.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips...I have to tell you that I'm not all that comfortable with the idea of spending the rest of my life sleeping next to somebody who's got the power to fire me if my underwear doesn't make it all the way to the hamper." She repressed a smile. "I'm sympathetic to your problem, but I'm not selling the team just so you can be a slob." "Somehow I didn't expect you would.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsHis gaze was a lot steadier than her heartbeat. โSheโs the reason for those whispered phone calls I used to overhear, isnโt she?โ โDonโt be silly. I was talking to my lover.โ โShe told me she lives at a place called Brookdale. After I hung up, I did a little research on the Web. Your talent for obfuscation continues to amaze me.โ โHey, I havenโt obfuscated in weeks. Makes you go blind.
Susan Elizabeth PhillipsShe gestured toward his very fine chest with her pencil. โOn the off chance I find out after weโre married that your declaration of abiding love and devotion has been an elaborate con job perpetrated by you, Bodie, and Scary Spiceโฆโ He massaged her arch. โI definitely wouldnโt lose too much sleep over that.โ โJust in case. You will give me all you worldly goods, shave your head, and leave the country.โ โDeal.โ โPlus, you have to hand out your Sox tickets so I can burn them in front of your eyes.
Susan Elizabeth Phillips