Christine Feehan Quote

When she headed for the front door, Jacques shook his head and crooked his finger at her. He wants you to drink some juice.Oh, give it a rest. I didn’t say I would.We can stay here all night. He shrugged broad shoulders and flashed a quick, lopsided grin. I would not mind. Mikhail’s house is comfortable.She scowled at him, tried to look fierce when something in her was beginning to find the entire lot of them comical. Males thought they were so logical. You’re just like him. And don’t take it as a compliment either, she added, when he looked pleased.He grinned again, that lopsided, heart-stopping grin that must break hearts everywhere he went.You’re related to him, aren’t you? Raven guessed, certain she was right. How could he not be? He had that same charm, the same eyes, the same good looks.When he claims me. He poured a glass of fresh apple juice and handed it to her.He wouldn’t know. It was going to kill her to drink it.He would know. He knows everything. And where you are concerned, he can get a mite testy. So drink.