#romantic-suspense

"When he reached her, he touched a hand to her face. Smiled. "Important. That's one word. Everything. That's another. Loved,"he said, adding the most important word of all. "God, Darcy, you are so loved."

"Rejection is an opportunity for your selection."

"Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn’t already been in love with her, that would have done it."

"I generally find subtlety a waste of time."

"He caught her, and he held her, and he let her cry, and cry, and cry, and he let her use his sheets to wipe her eyes, and her nose, and God knows what, because he had plenty of clean sheets, and he only had one Kat."

"She could not leave him hanging like this. “If you were hurt, I need to know.” It was a rule somewhere, in the good-guy handbook."

"I’m going to carry you now,” he told her, “so we can move even faster. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Any response from you is unnecessary and unwelcome."

"When you sit that way, you look kind of like a beach ball with a head,” he continued. “Your haircut is really, really bad, I’m probably going to lose my job for helping you this way, and I’m dying to fuck you.” He glanced at her. “That honest enough for you?"

"When would he learn that women never stayed where you put them?"

"It doesn’t matter. I love you. That’s it. That’s all. I hope to hell it’s enough."

"Sam…”“What?” she whispered.“Tell me what to do to fix it.”She shook her head and closed her eyes as though she couldn’t bear to see him. “You can’t fix it.”He had to. Failure here was not an option. “Let me try."

"Hanson got to sleep with you, and I didn't,” he said, his own jaw a little tight. “So I stole his car."

"I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine."

"Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration.With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank."

"You’re stuck with me.”She sniffled. “Promise?”He rested his forehead against hers. “Cross my heart."

"You love me,” he said. “That’s all I need to know.” “You always say the right thing,” Savannah told him, her eyes so filled with love that he almost wept. “Sometimes it takes you awhile to get to it, but you always get there, and what you say is always worth waiting for."