Holding Onto Something That's Gone Only Makes

He Trailed Off As He Saw The Books. Piles And Stacks Of Them Beside The Sofa, Another Stack On The Coffee Table, A Sea Of Them On Her Dining Table. Jesus Christ, Dane, You Need Treatment.

A Kiss Isn't Terminal." "it Is The Way You Do It.

For Once, He Slept First. She Lay In The Dark, Listening To Him Breathe, Stealing A Little Of His Warmth As Her Own Body Cooled. Since He Was Asleep, She Stroked His Hair. "i Love You," She Murmured. "i Love You So Much, I'm Stupid About It." With A Sigh, She Settled Down, Closed Her Eyes, And Willed Her Mind To Empty. Beside Her, Roarke Smiled Into The Dark. He Never Slept First.

[everyone Needs] A Woman Who'll Listen, Take Your Side, Tell The Truth - Or Not, As You Need It. A Woman You Can Count On, No Matter What, And Who'll Love You No Matter How Much You Screw Up.

I Can Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank Page.