Christine Feehan Quote

You missed him, she said. Somehow it didn't seem possible. He was so sure of himself, almost invincible in his manner.I hit what I was aiming at, he answered quietly. We have to keep moving. I'm hoping I slowed them down, but we can't count on it. He forced the oars through the water with his powerful arms and the boat shot through the channel toward open water.I didn't feel anything.His gaze brushed her face, an odd little caress she felt all the way through her body, just as if he'd touched her with his fingers. I wasn't aiming at you.She caught the fleeting glint of his white teeth in what could have been a brief smile. One dark eyebrow rose in response. Has anyone ever told you your sense of humor needs a little work?No one's ever accused me of having a sense of humor before. You keep insulting me. First you accuse me of missing, and then you try to tell me I have a sense of humor.His face was made of stone, his tone devoid of all expression. His eyes were flat and ice cold, but Dahlia felt him laughing. Nothing big, but it was there in the boat between then, and the terrible pressure in her chest lifted a bit. And it needs work, she pointed out. Get it right. She even managed a brief smile of her own to match his.