When She Was Rested. She'd Find A

Oh, There Was A Wedding All Right. Did I Mention That My Sister Didn't Show Up At The Church Either, Mr. Clayborne?

Why? Why Did You Do This To Me?" "he's Going To Come After Me. He Won't Just Kill Me. He'll Go After You, Too." "that's Right, He Can't Take The Chance. I Didn't Tell You About It...why?" He Repeated On A Sob? "why Did You-" You Wouldn't Take Me To New York" His Mouth Dropped Open "new York?" He Shouted. "you Did All This Because I Wouldn't Take, You To New York!

Every Man Has A Weakness," He Patiently Explained. "i'll Find Theirs, I Promise You." "every Man?" "yes," He Answered Emphatically. His Hand Moved To The Back Of Her Neck. Twisting Her Curls Around His Fist, He Jerked Her Head Back. His Face Loomed Over Hers, His Breath Warm And Sweet As He Stared Down Into Her Eyes. "what Is Your Weakness, Brodick?" She Asked. "you.

Remorse Has No Place In A Warrior's Mind... A War Is Like A Game Of Chess, Nicholaa. Every Battle Is Like A Well-thought-out Move On The Board. Once It Begins, There Shouldn't Be Any Emotion Involved Whatsoever.

She Couldn't Believe What She Did Then. Before She Could Stop Herself, She Leaned Up On Tiptoes, Put Her Arms Around His Neck, And Kissed Him On The Mouth. Her Lips Brushed Over His For The Barest Of Seconds, But It Was Still A Kiss, And When She Came To Her Senses And Dared To Pull Away And Look At Him, He Had The Most Curious Expression On His Face. Brodick Knew She Regretted Her Sponatenity, But As He Stared Into Her Brilliant Green Eyes, He Also Knew, With A Certainty That Shook Him To The Core, That His Life Had Just Been Irrevocably Changed By This Mere Slip Of A Woman.