Diana Palmer Quote

The milk is long since out of date, the bread all has mold and I think you could start a bacterial plague with what’s in the crisper here…Order a pizza, he suggested. There’s a place down on the corner that still owes me ten pizzas, paid for in advance.You can’t eat pizza for breakfast!Why can’t I? I’ve been doing it for a week.You can cook, she said accusingly. When I’m sober, he agreed.She glowered at him and went back to her chore. Well, the eggs are still edible, barely, and there’s an unopened pound of bacon. I’ll make an omelet.He collapsed into the chair at the kitchen table while she made a fresh pot of coffee and set about breaking eggs.You look very domesticated like that, he pointed out with a faint smile. After we have breakfast, why don’t you come to bed with me?She gave him a shocked glance. I’m pregnant, she reminded him.He nodded and laughed softly. Yes, I know. It’s an incredible turn-on.Her hand stopped, poised in midair with a spoon in it. Wh…What?The eggs are burning, he said pleasantly.She stirred them quickly and turned the bacon, which was frying in another pan. He thought her condition was sexy? She couldn’t believe he was serious.But apparently he was, because he watched her so intently over breakfast that she doubted if he knew what he was eating.Mr. Hutton told the curator of the museum in Tennessee that I wasn’t coming back, and he paid off the rent on my house there, she said. I don’t even have a home to go to…Yes, you do, he said quietly. I’m your home. I always have been.She averted her eyes to her plate and hated the quick tears that her condition prompted. Her fists clenched. And here we are again, she said huskily.Where? he asked.She drew in a harsh breath. You’re taking responsibility for me, out of duty.He leaned back in his chair. The robe came away from his broad, bronzed chest as he stared at her. Not this time, he replied with a voice so tender that it made ripples right through her heart. This time, it’s out of love, Cecily.Cecily doubted her own ears. She couldn’t have heard Tate saying that he wanted to take care of her because he loved her.He wasn’t teasing. His face was almost grim. I know, he said. You don’t believe it. But it’s true, just the same. He searched her soft, shocked green eyes. I loved you when you were seventeen, Cecily, but I thought I had nothing to offer you except an affair. He sighed heavily. It was never completely for the reasons I told you, that I didn’t want to get married. It was my mother’s marriage. It warped me. It’s taken this whole scandal to make me realize that a good marriage is nothing like the one I grew up watching. I had to see my mother and Matt together before I understood what marriage could be.