He Blinked, Then Roared With Laughter. "eve

He Wanted To Heave The Glasses Against The Wall. Break Them, Break Everything He Could Reach. Beat It, Rend It. He Stared Out The Window, Imagined The City In Flames, Consumed To Ashes. And Still It Wasn't Enough.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

There Were Too Many Idiot Men In The World, To Her Way Of Thinking. And Most Of Them Ended Up Bumping Up Against Stubborn Women.

I'll Walk You Back,"he Said With Such Apparently Boundless Amiability That Diana Wanted To Deck Him. "that Isn't Necessary," She Began As Her Hand Was Clasped By His. "i Suppose I Could Walk Ten Paces Behind Or Ten Paces In Front." As She Let Out A Frustrated Breath, Caine Grinned Down At Her. "you're Not Angry Because We Exchanged A Friendly Kiss? After All, We're Family." "there Was Nothing Friendly Or Familial About It," Diana Muttered. "no," He Lifted Her Hand To His Lips, Then Lightly Nipped At Her Knuckle. "maybe We Should Try Again.

Can You Stand A Little Closer?" "hmm?" "you Smell Good. I Like To Smell You.