We Make Destiny With Every Turn, Every

Okay, You're Right About That. But This Whole Ghost Thing's Irritating." "park Benches Are Irritating To You In Some Moods." "depends On Whether Or Not I Want To Sit Down.

I Want To See You Again." He Stopped, Took Her Face In His Hands. "i Need To See You Again." Her Pulse Jumped, As If It Had Nothing To Do With The Rest Of Her. "roarke, What's Going On Here?" "lieutenant." He Leaned Forward, Touched His Lips To Hers. "indications Are We're Having A Romance.

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

Laurel: I Don't Need A Ring Or A License, Or A Spetacular White Dress. It's Not Marriage So Much, Or At All Really, That Matters. It's The Promise. It's The Knowing Someone Wants Me To Be Part Of His Life. Someone Loves Me, That I'm The One For Him. That's Not Just Enough, It's Everything.

Alone In Her Shelter, She Allowed Herself Tears. When Her Shelter Cooled To The Touch She Called To Gull, “coming Out!” She Eased Her Head Out Into The Smoky Air, Looked Over At Gull. She Imaged They Both Looked Like A Couple Of Sweaty, Parboiled Turtles Climbing Out Of Their Shells. “hello, Gorgeous.” She Laughed. It Hurt Her Throat, But She Laughed. “hey, Handsome.