Christine Feehan Quote

Gregori stared with dismay at the small, two-story house enclosed in wrought-iron latticework and sandwiched between two smaller, rather rundown properties in the crowded French Quarter of New Orleans. He inserted the key in the lock and turned to look at Savannah's face. It was lit up with expectation, her blue eyes shining.I have definitely lost all good sense, he muttered as he pushed open the door.The interior was dark, but he could see everything easily. The room was layered with dust, old sheets covered the furniture, and the wallpaper was peeling in small curls from the walls.Isn't it beautiful? Savannah flung out her hands and turned in a circle. Jumping into Gregori's arms, she hugged him tightly. It's so perfect!He couldn't help himself; he kissed her inviting mouth. Perfect for torching. Savannah,did you even look at this place before you bought it?She laughed and ruffled his thick mane of hair. Don't be such a pessimist. Can't you see its potential?It is a firetrap, he groused.