I Would Hope That My Writing's Cleaner

Roarke, What's Going On Here?' 'lieutenant.' He Leaned Forward, Touched His Lips To Hers. 'indications Are We're Having A Romance.

She's In Love, And That Makes Her Strong. She'll Need To Be." "what Makes You Strong, Mia?" "purpose. Love Never Worked For Me.

Listen Carefully. I'd Crush You Like A Bug For Causing My Wife One Single Moment Of Pain. Believe It. Fear It.

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.