Fate. You Could Never Anticipate It.

I’ve Never Been The One. Not For Anybody.” He Closed The Distance Between Them. “you’ll Get Used To It.” He Tipped Her Face Up To His, Kissed Her. “why? Why Am I The One?” “because My Life Opened Up, And It Flooded With Color When You Walked Back Into It.

Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

My Fondest Wish, I Suppose, Would Be To Die At The Keyboard Right After Finishing A Book, Perhaps With A Little Time Off To Have Some Really Good Sex. It's Not, 'oh, Thank God, This Is Book No. 250. I Can Die Now.'

You Got Used To Running Things On Your Own." "what Could He Do About It When He's In Iraq And The Car Breaks Down In Kansas?" Beckett Gave Her A Long, Quiet Look. "i'm Not In Iraq." "no, And It Has To Be Said, I'm Not In Kansas Anymore." She Lifted Her Hands, Then Let Them Fall. "it's Not That I've Forgotten How To Be A Couple, But That My Experience In Being Part Of One Is Different From Yours. Maybe From Most People's. And I've Been On My Own A Long Time." "now You're Not. I'm Not Fighting A War, And I'm Right Here." Needed To Be Here, He Realized, With Her.

Roarke "i'll Drop You." Eve "no, Better I Catch A Cab Or Take The Underground. This Guy Sees Me Show Up In A Hot Car With A Fancy Piece Behind The Wheel, He's Not Going To Like Me." Roarke "you Know How I Love Being Referred. To As Your Fancy Piece." Eve "sometimes You're My Love Muffin.