Okay,” he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away.Deep breath. Another. “Okay. Just…um. Okay. Christ. Christ, Darcy, I want you...

Here’s the deal. I get to marry you. You get to become a Garrett – although, considering what you’re marrying into, I’m not certain that’s much of an incentive.”Dallas to Amy

She flew into his arms. Held on tight as he swung her off her feet and hugged her so hard it hurt. She didn’t care. She didn’t want him to ever let go.

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.

Go to bed,” he ordered. “Go to bed… and stay there.

I generally find subtlety a waste of time.

I don’t think sleeping with you is going to solve anything,” she said, stopping at the guest bedroom door.”I don’t really care what you think.

Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.

I guess the answer would be yes.””Got to love that word.” He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. “Got it in you to say it again?”And then he did the...

Men. They’re idiots. It’s like they all take a vow of stupidity or something.

Damn,” Crystal sputtered, looking up from the dictionary in disbelief. “Oenophlygia: the state of being dunk. It really is a word”.Johnny gloated unabashedly. “Just wouldn’t listen, would you? Just couldn’t stand that I might be...

There are definite advantages to single beds.””Makes cuddling mandatory.

Amy sat back and grinned. “You just smiled.” That was definitely something else she could get used to.Of course, he frowned immediately. “I smile.

Which is your bad shoulder?”His brows knit together. “The left,” he said carefully.She slugged him in the right.He staggered. Steadied himself. Grinned. “Is that like some weird Wyoming mating ritual thing I should know about?””Damn...

He understood that she needed some time to get used to “them.” He didn’t. He knew exactly what was happening, and he didn’t need another week, another month, another year, to get things in perspective.He...

Be careful in the company of monsters that you don’t become one.

Amy, listen to me. What I do. The choices I make. They’re mine. Only mine. The consequences of those decisions—mine.”Mine,” he repeated when she sighed heavily. “No one else’s.”Silence. Only the warm wetness of her...

He hugged her hard. “I love you. My life is so much better with you in it than out of it.

And for a moment there, despite the bruising, despite the snarled dirty hair, despite her sunburned skin and the suffering in her eyes that she refused to let defeat her, she was one of the...