By the way, I’m Charlie. Still bent over, she laughed. The phone slipped; she pushed it back up. I’m Carly, and that is too much. When I was in high school, I dated a guy named Harley. When I was in c...
But wasn’t a best friend also someone you could trust not to hurt you? I had hurt Vicki, yet here she was, opening her home and heart to me again. So maybe being a best friend entailed the ability to...
And then—the kicker—they were cousins. Casey suspected she would forever feel protective of Meg, and that wasn’t a bad thing.
A SIZEABLE LEGACY HE LEFT her. It was a legacy of beautiful memories, of love and passion, of desire and ecstasy, of nearness and the myriad means of communication two lovers could find. It was a lega...
Ако той си бе заминал,тогава край на всичко.Нямаше да има утеха,нито топлина,нито последен поглед към онова щастие,което другите хора притежават.Ако той си бе заминал,мечтите й бяха мъртви.
Wandering Jew.
Turned off the BlackBerry before James could text back. I might hate electronic wizardry, but it was my ally now. I could use it or not, could respond to James or not, and with my calls simply showing...
To wear every day, not big things that are only for dress. Another pause. Yes, they were very expensive, but expensive doesn’t make them right. I buy costume jewelry that I love, and I wear it all the...
Strangely, he wasn’t in the mood to look at files and papers. Not with Heather Cole to look at. For that matter, even the journals might have fallen short—a shocking thought, but one he wasn’t about t...
Plants and containers that I know will work in their rooms. Mayer’s? Snorting, she tucked the phone between shoulder and ear; holding the bucket with both hands, she tipped it toward the Ficus benjami...
Clients. They’re always there. You do have to worry, and look at the practice you’ve built. Give me a rundown on today’s list. Casey could count on Brianna to boost her morale. Two phobias, the low se...
You’ll always be with me, Mom. Kind of like Jordan’s perennials. Every year, something’ll bloom in my life to remind me of you. It’ll always be different, never the same, but it’ll be good. Love lasts...
What about me, Peter? You can cook. You can clean. You can be waiting here for me when I get home. I’d think that would be enough. Well, it’s not!
She studied the airline’s frequent flier statement, detailing dates and points of departure and arrival far different from what she had been led to believe. She found certificates of deposit and money...
Remember my mother—how much she suffered before she died, how thin and gray she seemed after so much surgery? I don't picture her that way anymore. I picture her as she was before she got sick.
Mother-daughter disagreements were, in hindsight, basically mother stating the truth and daughter taking her own sweet time coming around.
Like it was different up here with him now. Less solitary.More complete.The freedom to be and the freedom to enjoy.
Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look at what you have now.
Is it harder to dream about what you don't have, than to live in fear of losing what you do?
I was just about to call out to him when a woman followed him out of the townhouse. She was carrying a little boy. As I stood there watching, my father took the little boy from her and held him. He wr...