You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

Used titanium hunting knife: sixty-three dollars. Value: priceless.

Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?

You just promised me eternity, you know. I can make you live to regret it.

So much for keeping things business when it came to Jenna Darrow. If this had been a test, he figured he’d just failed it with flying colors.

I want to take my girls home.