Things Have A Way Of Falling Into

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

Luck Is Luck ... What We Do With It Determines Whether It's Good Or Bad.

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.

You Can’t Just Hope For Happy Endings. You Have To Believe In Them. Then Do The Work, Take The Risks.

Life--you Have To Live It As It Comes.