So.” She picked up his paperweight and turned it over. “This was your search for a heart?” “No.” His voice was ever so quiet. “I made that when I gave up on having one altogether. I didn’t think there was any point in looking for such a...
But when Edward kissed Frederica Marshall, something terrible happened—something that had never happened in a lifetime of kisses. He didn’t see an end. He wasn’t going to want a sweet farewell in a few weeks’ time. He wouldn’t walk away wit...
Free huffed. “It’s hardly my fault you made a hero of my father.” “No,” he said softly. “But every bloody time I convince myself I ought to walk away from you…” “Well,” she said simply, “you wouldn’t have that problem if you s...
I don’t know what you’re talking about, but any organization that claims you for a member doesn’t get to call itself sinister, whether you’re left-handed or not. I would be insulted to be offered membership in such a namby-pamby organization....
This was met with a long pause. “Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked. “No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.
Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked. “No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.
Miss Marshall looked up at that moment and made his decision for him. She looked at him and then her whole face lit up. He almost staggered back under the force of her smile. It made him feel…reckless. A man couldn’t disappoint a smile like that.
